The Sixth Wedding Novels & Stories

On the sixth year of our marking anniversary, I travel a distance of 3000 miles just so I can tell my mate, Damon Shadow, that we're finally having a pup. But at the doorway of the Overseas Alliance HQ, I witness him doing something that he's never done for me in the past six years. Damon can be seen kneeling next to another she-wolf. He takes her mud-covered boots off for her while looking so reverent that one would think he was serving the Moon Goddess herself. Meanwhile, I just stand in the heavy downpour while clutching an ultrasound report and a pair of baby socks, which I have yet to finish knitting. Those things are instantly drenched in the rain. It's then that Damon turns to face me. The way he looks at me is as though he's glaring at a Rogue who has accidentally intruded the forbidden grounds. "Get lost, Selena." At that moment, my wolf howls loudly within my mind. Sharp pain tears through my abdomen at the same time.

In the sixth year of being with Alpha James, I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and his Beta. “So, Isabelle is still upset? “That Omega has a bad temper. You probably won’t calm her down anytime soon.” James let out a scoff. “No matter how bad her temper is, can it compare to Clary back then? “Back then, she was fierce and impossible to deal with. Now? She’s so in love with me she’d do anything.” The Beta laughed in agreement. “Exactly. Who would’ve thought the proud and untouchable Clary would become this obedient and gentle? Honestly, she’s nowhere near as interesting as that Omega, Isabelle.” I stood frozen outside the door. I was Clary, the once proud and untouchable, now quiet and well-behaved she-wolf Alpha James was talking about. My wolf let out a pained whimper in my mind. I had come to tell him that I was pregnant with his pup. However, there was no need now. Since he wanted excitement, I would take our pup and disappear from his world forever.

I married the same man seven times. He had divorced me seven times for his first love, just so he could spend vacations with her freely, and so she wouldn't have to deal with rumors or gossip. The first time we divorced, I tried to stop him by hurting myself. I ended up in the hospital, but he didn't even come to see me. The second time, I lowered myself to apply as his assistant at his company, just so I could see him more. By the sixth divorce, I had already learned to pack my things quietly and leave our apartment without a fuss. My meltdowns, my constant giving in, and my numb compromises only led to one thing: him coming back to marry me on schedule, and repeating the same old games. Until now. When I heard that his first love was returning to the country, I handed him the divorce papers first. As usual, he made a plan to remarry me later, but this time, he had no idea that I was leaving for good.

A passionate one night stand on the eve of her wedding day. A rejection. A branding. Humiliation. All were not what Zara expected to happen on her wedding eve, and her wedding day as well. If anything, she had expected a perfect wedding, and an even more perfect married life. But everything fell apart due to a single mistake. Or was it one at all? No idea. But what Zara knew was that her life had been ruined. That was, until Chase, the Lycan king showed up. Will her fate be changed? Or will things get worse?

When my wedding gets delayed for the 99th time, I call the company in charge of planning the wedding and tell them to swap my name out for Julian Foster's childhood sweetheart, Madison Hart. "We understand what you mean, Ms. Sinclair. But are you sure you want to make the change? It seems that Mr. Foster has no intention of delaying the wedding this time." As I listen to the shocked host's words, I stare at the draft on the monitor. Groom: Julian Foster Bride: Olivia Sinclair But the design's special note shows, "Adjust the theme according to champagne yellow, Madison's favorite color." Madison is Julian's childhood sweetheart. Even though he claims that she's only lending a hand in referencing the wedding's designs, the truth is, she's the one calling the shots in the wedding's flower arrangement, wedding gifts, as well as the wedding anthem during the bride's entrance. She even leaves an airy comment about my wedding dress. "A fishtail gown suits her more." After dragging the document into the recycle bin, I reply calmly, "Yes. Please change the bride's name to Madison." I shall return the wedding that's filled with Madison's traces to her and Julian without altering a single thing. After that, I will retreat from this bunch of nonsense unscathed. Finally, we shall part ways permanently. Julian can stay with the woman he truly wants to be with, while I can enjoy the unbridled freedom on my own.

In the fourth year of my secret crush on James, he sired me. It was only that night I realized the man I had been pining for wasn't just a regular gallery owner and businessman—he was a Vampire Prince. That was also the night I got pregnant with our son, Finn. But it's been six years since we forged our Blood Bond, and he has never publicly acknowledged our existence. He wouldn't even let Finn call him "Father." On Finn’s sixth birthday, he missed the party yet again, choosing to stay by his female assistant Elsa's side. He didn't return until the dead of night, offering a half-hearted, "Sorry, I'm late." This time, I didn't cry. I didn't argue. I calmly pulled out the bond dissolution papers and tricked him into signing them. Then, I took my son and fled back to the human world, vanishing from his life entirely. The usually cold, ruthless Prince lost his mind, turning the world upside down to find us. But this time, Finn and I are never looking back.

I had given up the Luna position six times for Silas Blackthorn. The first time, I shattered every moonstone lamp in the master bedroom and threw his clothes into the rain. The second time, I cried until my wolf went hoarse, asking him why I had to be the one who stepped aside. The third time, I begged him to leave at least one suitcase behind, because I was terrified he would never come back. By the fifth time, I had learned to fold his coats, pack his luggage, and stay silent so he would not get angry. Every time, he kissed my forehead and promised, “Seven days. Then everything goes back to normal.” And every time, I believed him. Until the sixth time. This time, when Silas handed me the document and asked me to step aside again, I signed without crying. He thought it was another temporary Luna authorization form. He did not know it was the mate bond release agreement. Seven days later, while he waited for me to return to the main house and reclaim my title, the bond between us broke. And by then, I had already left Blackthorn territory for good.

We'd been legally married for seven years, yet my CEO "fiance", Jared Lane, had ditched me at the altar thirteen times. At our first wedding, his assistant, Maeve Fischer, scraped her leg. I spent the entire day waiting alone at the ceremony. At our second wedding, he heard she was sick and tossed the wedding ring away to rush to her side. On every wedding day after that, some accident would conveniently happen to her. By the 13th time he bailed, I had had enough and decided to walk away. But when I found comfort in another man's arms, Jared lost his mind trying to win me back.

“But, this is our wedding night…?” My voice trembles. “You are Nico’s spying whore,” Deimos says through gritted teeth. “Get. Out.” “I have nowhere else to go,” I whimper. A wedding should be a joyous occasion, but not for Liz Wilks. Her wedding to the infamous Deimos Phalen is shaping up to be anything but joyous. Liz arrives at the altar to find it empty. Her groom couldn’t be bothered to show up. Liz powers through the groomless wedding, knowing what waits for her on the other side. A dangerous job of being a spy on the fear Alpha. It is the only way to save her family. But on her wedding night, she is shocked when Deimos sees right through her facade. He knows she is a spy for his father and eventually gives her an ultimatum. Become a double spy for him against his father or lose everything she holds dear.

The wedding had been postponed ninety-nine times. I called the wedding planner and told them to change the bride's name to Ivy Sterling, Charles Hart's childhood sweetheart. "Donna, are you sure?" the planner asked cautiously. "This time, the Don didn't postpone again." I heard the surprise in his voice. My answer was calm. "Yes. Change it to Ivy Sterling." From the very beginning, Charles gave only one instruction for the wedding: "Adjust the decorations according to Ivy's taste." He explained that Ivy had good taste, that she would only serve as a reference for our wedding. But every choice, the flowers, the favors, the entrance music, was made by Ivy. Even my wedding dress. She had said lightly, "A mermaid silhouette suits her better." So I decided to give the entire wedding, steeped in her presence, to them. And I walked away from this farce completely. From now on, let him keep his old dreams. I will go and enjoy my own boundless sky.