The Wedding He Never Noticed Novels & Stories

The smile on their face showed how happy they were. Before they reached the wedding altar, the groom heard a loud sound that made him conscious. He suddenly opened his eyes and woke up. He reached out his phone and then turned off the alarm. After that, he remembered his wedding dream with a beautiful girl that he never met before. Daniel woke up that morning with a question on his mind, "Who is the girl in my dream?" He wondered.

“Married. The wedding.” It jarred him, that sound, that scratching. It stomped into his ears. Elbowed behind his eyes. Barged into his brain and bore into his teeth like a drill. “I can’t move,” he said before correcting himself. “I mean, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t. I tried.” “Let’s talk about that wedding,” she said, her pen at rest. He stopped to catch his breath. Eidolon’s coffee table now behind him, he inhaled the mephitic cloud that crept from the filthy bottom of the fridge. The forgotten grime of dust and grease and cobwebs of tenants past lingering yet out of sight.

As long as he doesn’t look at Arosh’s face and at Will’s angry face, he enjoys it so much. It's wedding time. The host stood on the stage for a long time, but no one noticed him. He awkwardly tapped the microphone and said, "Everyone, today's wedding can't be settled." That's right. They are here to attend the engagement banquet. Why are they focused on watching the show? So everyone’s eyes are focused on tonight’s male and female protagonist. Pearly felt a sharp pain on her face. Of course, there is no need to say shame, but more shame and anger.

Ask the station to broadcast live the wedding plans. Lia and Vina are happier. Their plan made Nayya cry when she saw that the luxurious wedding was about to be accomplished. Unfortunately they did not know that the news would make Vina ridiculed by many people because she was not ashamed to have an illicit relationship with another man before marriage. "Then, can I invite Nayya too." Vina suddenly spoke making everyone silent. "Why did you have to invite him?" Leonal asked unhappily. Guilt for having made Nayya a stepping stone made Leonal very sensitive to that name.

Kayzer mentioned my whole name. "How did you know my whole name?" "Of course, It is important for me to know my soon-to-be wife." I know our wedding is just a bet but he put effort on it. We only have one day to prepare for our wedding. His secretary helped us to organize everything and called a media for tomorrow. My adoptive parents doesn't know about this yet so I need to go home. "You want me to go with you?" he asked. "As if our wedding has true feelings, babe. I can handle my parents very well so just take a rest for our wedding." I smirked and leave a marked on his neck.

Faith and Mira led the bridal procession, their steps elegant and proud. “If not for you, I’d never have shown up,” Rosa muttered to Abel, clearly displeased. “Well, thanks for coming,” he replied dryly. “I still can’t believe he’s marrying her,” Ava whispered beside Max. “He chose her over you. Deal with it,” Max shot back coldly. “You son of a...” “Can we just enjoy the wedding, please?” Lucas groaned. “Whatever,” Ava muttered, folding her arms. As the music shifted to the Wedding March, Nora appeared, bouquet in hand. Though the room buzzed with guests and flashing cameras, all she saw was Noah.

My heart pounded as his uncle gave me a small nod, signaling for me to follow. We got to the marriage court and Ryan didn’t look at me once. He just sat there, his face hard as stone, signing the marriage certificate like he was signing a death sentence. “Congratulations,” his uncle said with a tight smile once it was done, trying to sound cheerful. “You’re now husband and wife.” Neither of us said a word. Ryan simply nodded, wheeled himself toward the door, and muttered, “Can we leave now?” His uncle sighed, gave me an apologetic look, and motioned for us to go. We left in separate cars- him in his sleek black SUV with his driver, and me in another vehicle that followed closely behind.

It was a grand ceremony publicly announcing the marriage of two powerful Mafia families. As we made our way through the streets, our car passed another wedding convoy heading in the opposite direction. Both sides stopped briefly, as was the custom, to exchange bouquets between the brides. The car windows rolled down. And that’s when I saw him. Ted. OuOur eyes met, and in that instant, shock and disbelief flooded his face.

“Speaking of which, the bride’s a little on the skinny side, isn’t she? She can barely hold up that gown of hers… if you catch my meaning” With each step, Jane ignored the murmurs of the throng, her gaze fixed on the man in the wheelchair in front of her. A mask covered the bottom half of his face but his eyebrows were set in two gentle lines. Sporadically, he would let out a cough or two, his fists clenching in a valiant attempt to control himself and avoid disrupting the wedding but he only succeeded in making himself cough harder. It went in for so long that Jane couldn’t help but wonder if he would even survive the wedding. I would enter a bride and leave a widow, she thought humorlessly

Each of them had excited expressions on their faces as they watched the fun of how the show would come to an end. It was the first time they had encountered a case where the groom didn't attend the wedding. Their lives were too ordinary and boring in recent days. So, it was not bad for them to encounter such a rare case like that. Under an rare and precious cedar tree. There was a white round table as well as white chairs, which looked noble, clean, and solemn.