Tangled Wedding Novels & Stories

"That is certainly an interesting way to die. What do you think, Finn?" I mirrored her smile, staring down at the pathetic pair. "Since Dorothy suggested it, let her watch as her little lover meets his grisly end." Rob instinctively tried to flee. Savannah swiftly flicked her wrist and threw the dagger. The blade pierced through his arm before embedding in Dorothy's hand. The two of them shared a ridiculous pose, leaning against each other in agony. My parents and I couldn't help but laugh. Savannah sneered, "Today is my wedding day, a day of great joy. I don't want to waste my energy on trash like you. Now I graciously allow you two to attend the wedding of Finn and me."

The day before my wedding, I discovered my fiancé's close female friend had turned the church into a bloody haunted house. When I confronted my fiancé, Yves Laurent, he blamed me for making a fuss. After I called the wedding off, he suddenly regretted it. - I never expected that Yves Laurent—who always seemed so honest and steady—could harbor such a grim, macabre taste. Our wedding was tomorrow. The whole city's respectable families would be in attendance; if they saw a horror-show themed ceremony, they would mock me without mercy.

"I'm gonna go now... my husband is waiting." "You don't know him yet, Alma... he doesn't loves you." I continue leaving him from the wash room; I just stopped when Cindy obstructs my way with her anger face. They are wasting my time and energy. "Don't ruin my wedding, Cindy," I straightforwardly said. "You're really a brazen and flirty, huh?" her anger turns into tears. I love seeing them ruined because of me. I'd never thought Cindy would be a part of this but knowing that Kayzer loves him and she was my enemy makes me enjoying.

Two fucking days. Her white wedding dress—lace and satin, the one she’d spent months picking out—got tangled around her legs as they dragged her toward the exit. The veil tore halfway off, dangling from her pinned-up blonde hair. Mark was shouting her name, trying to crawl after her, but one of the masked men kicked him hard in the ribs and pointed a gun at his head. “Stay down, groom,” the man growled. “She belongs to someone else now.”

She and Zy settled toward the front, in the fourth row, to be closer to the wedding party. The processional started. Kendra looked ethereal and misty-eyed as she walked down the aisle toward her husband-to-be, who seemingly had eyes only for her. Tessa’s heart panged with both yearning and envy. She wanted that for herself, with a man who not only loved her but whose life wouldn’t be complete without her. Maybe she was fooling herself. How often did that happen in a Tinder-dating culture?

My husband, Jared Casey, and I decide to host another wedding ceremony on our 20th wedding anniversary. Just before the ceremony begins, my best friend, Noelle Stark, and Jared are suddenly nowhere to be found. They don't pick up their phones when I call them. I search every nook and cranny and finally hear them arguing inside a private room. "I'm going to come clean to Lilian after the ceremony is over. The children need their father," Jared says. "Don't you dare!" Noelle hisses. "You already secretly tampered with her university application form all those years ago for my sake. I even gave birth to your children. We've already wronged her too many times. We can't hurt her again." The b

Isabella saw the look on her face and knew that her friend was serious and whipped for life. "I'm so happy for you, Tiffy. When's the wedding?" She asked. "Two months later. I need you to help me with the planning, girl," she told her. "Sure. Can I sleep now? I'll start tomorrow, please," she said, dragging herself to her room. She showered and changed into her pajamas and climbed into her bed to sleep. Unpacking could wait for the next day. The next morning was a Sunday and a tornado hit her when an excited Tiffany pulled her along to her house to plan her wedding. As expected Travis and Sebastián were also there. The whole day Travis tried his luck with her.

I rolled my eyes and walked off. Five years ago, on my wedding day with Rowan, he and Tara disappeared at the same time when he was on his way to pick me up. All that was left was their marriage certificate posted in the family group chat. I refused to believe it. I ran out crying to find him, and I got into a car accident on the way. The doctor told me I had miscarried. Rowan never showed up once. He only sent a few messages. [Tara is sick. She needs a placenta as medicine. I’m sorry.]

Taz said as she slipped the ring onto her husband’s finger. "Look, you two already made it all legal and official." Trigg explained. "We're all just here to see Taz in a dress, looking damn good, girl. And for cake." "It’s good cake." Knuckles agreed. "How the hell did you already get cake?" Trigg demanded. "That’s it. Wedding is over." “At least let them kiss, lad.” Nessie demanded with a laugh.

The once-perfect outdoor ceremony had descended into chaos—first with the sound system blasting nightclub music instead of the wedding march, and now with ominous dark clouds rolling in where clear skies had been promised all week. The chaos escalated rapidly. As the electronic dance music pounded through the speakers, several elderly guests clutched their pearls in horror. Mrs. Pemberton, the mayor's wife, nearly fainted when the bass drop hit during what should have been Tiffany's entrance. The wedding coordinator frantically gestured at the sound technicians, who seemed mysteriously unable to fix the "malfunction."