Tangled Wedding Novels & Stories

Either he is writing or reading scrolls. A knock came in. Come in. He said almost a whisper but it was heard. He doesn't tell just whisper. What do you want Beth? He asked his eyes not leaving the scrolls. I wanted to check up on you. She said lowering her gaze. Get out. He said his face masked with an unreadable expression. Slowly Beth walked out. She had loved him first and now a Lara is coming to take him. She would never let that happen. *************** Wow... Princess Lara exclaimed stepping down from her chariot. She was now married, married to the cruelest man alive.

Together, we drove into the unknown, leaving behind the shattered remnants of a wedding that should never have been. ®✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓THE END

Sharon was dragged out of the underground lab by Trevor and into his car. She felt a little dizzy. She had guessed earlier on that Tammy and Simon’s wedding would not be able to proceed on as planned, but she did not expect Trevor to abduct her. In the church, Tammy, in a white wedding dress, stood next to Simon. She was wearing a smile of joy that could not be hidden. The priest was reading the vows, and only his voice could be heard at the scene. It sounded sacred and inviolable. At the end of the vows, the priest looked at the couple and asked the man first, “Do you wish to take Miss Tammy Chester as your wife?”

He looked back at the wedding, a dark, twisted smile touching his lips. "Julian Thorne thinks he’s found peace. But he’s about to find out that when you build an empire on Hope... it only hurts more when it falls." The "Wedding of the Century" ended with a fireworks display that lit up the Atlantic. But as the last spark faded, the countdown to the next disaster had already begun.

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.”

I think I really needed that tequila. "Well," the Jamaican officiant mumbled from behind us. I turned around while Mr. Asshole stayed put but I was sure he could hear the officiant. The man's face was contorted into something that he probably thought would have looked like a smile but had a more scowl-esque look to it. I couldn't blame him -after all we were the ones who started the whole wedding drama and unintentionally frustrated the poor man. "Weird wedding," he said, repeating what Kate had said earlier. "But I wish you both a happy married life, Mr. and Mrs. Trevelyan." I inhaled sharply, reality downing on me like a cold bucket of ice. My eyes slid to Mr. Asshole on their own accord.

The next evening, Hazel and her family prepared for Ruben and Carol's wedding. Wyatt made a special request: he asked everyone to act normal and avoid questioning Hazel. He believed that reminders of the moment might provoke her instincts, and he wanted to keep things calm. Despite Wyatt's wishes to escort them, Hazel insisted on going with her family. As they arrived at the venue, She felt a sense of joy and excitement for the wedding, yet there was a lingering fear beneath it all. The recent incident where she had attacked Wyatt still haunted her, and she worried about losing control of herself again. The presence of her family provided comfort, but she couldn't shake the feeling of unease

The only visible indicator of his distress is the furrow in his brow, but I know him well enough to recognize the incredible amount of duress that he’s just been placed under. “I’m so sorry, Ivy,” he says softly. “I wish I could tell you. But this–it looks like–if I didn’t know any better, I’d say it has to be connected to the witches…” “Yeah,” I reply breathlessly. “What can we do?” “I’ve got absolutely no idea,” Spencer murmurs back. Suddenly, we’re alone underneath the floral arches we were supposed to celebrate our wedding beneath. Red light continues to spill over us, and my wedding dress, once such a pure and beautiful white, now just looks like it’s been drenched in blood.

On stage, the groom whispered nervously with the officiant, his expression turning dark. The guests were bewildered, and Wendy stood there in a daze. "Uncle Carl, what are you doing? This is my wedding! Are you and James working together to humiliate me?" Finally realizing what was happening, Sean cursed angrily, "I knew he wasn’t up to any good!" "Shut up!" Wendy turned and snapped at him. "This has nothing to do with you!" "Wendy, sign it. Otherwise, I won’t be able to proceed with officiating this wedding," said Carl.