The Wedding People Novels & Stories

The city buzzed with excitement, and everywhere we went, people congratulated us. We decided on a grand wedding, fitting for two billionaires. Nate would be our ring bearer, a role he took very seriously. Josh agreed to be Rob's best man, while Barbara and Sylvia stood by my side as bridesmaids. The day of the wedding dawned bright and beautiful. Our chosen venue was a luxurious estate with sprawling gardens and elegant halls. The ceremony took place under a floral arch, the scent of roses filling the air. Guests filled the seats, their faces beaming with happiness.

They all looked perfect. The wedding hall was so big and decorated fabulously. It was obvious that a hell lot of money had been spent on the interior decorations alone. The theme was the same as their wedding outfits, white and gold. The false flowers were also white with golden linings on them, while the real flowers were white lilies. Everywhere shimmered like heaven. It was truly a classy wedding and the guests were mostly people of high status. The wedding was also aired as media crews were all over the place, waiting for the couple and their adorable son to arrive. People who couldn't afford to attend the wedding had to watch from their TV screens and phones. It was truly the most fabul

When the car got closer to the viewpoint, Abigail could see the people on the viewing platform clearly. At first glance, they were all couples, no one was single or alone. There was even a couple taking their wedding photos there. The sea breeze stirred the bride's hair. And the groom was attentively and gently helping the bride to tuck her hair behind her ear. The bride looked at the groom. And the two exchanged a quick smile. Their gazes were filled with love, making people who saw it envious of them. Abigail thought, 'After I meet up with Nathan, I want to come here to make a wish with him too. I want to take a beautiful set of wedding photos with him here.

Their wedding day arrived like a dream, a celebration of love, hope, and the promise of a future filled with purpose. Their wedding was a lavish affair, but it was also a testament to their shared values. Instead of extravagant gifts, they asked their guests to contribute to the foundation, knowing that every donation would create a ripple of positive change. As they exchanged their vows before their loved ones, the world watched with bated breath. Katara and Sean's love story had become a beacon of hope, a tale of two souls brought together by fate, and their wedding served as a reminder that love could be a force for good in a world that often felt chaotic and uncertain.

Dignitaries from fear and near, important people from inside and outside the country all attended the wedding. It was tagged that one wedding that will be me remembered for years to come. Holly and Darlene really outdo themselves, making sure that everything is in place and then leaving Sue and Ford to just simply enjoy their day. Very early in the morning, people have started to arrive and upon closer look, they are no ordinary set of people. There was a special guest that threw everyone off the bat.

The man thought about Ridwan's words which always disturbed his mind. "I'll be home first, honey." Dion kissed Julia's forehead and then walked away. "Dion!" screamed Julia but was ignored by her boyfriend. All the way home his mind was always on the wedding that would soon be officiated. Anger and hate melted into one. But the man could only accept. All for the sake of inheritance. A car released in 2020 has been parked neatly in the courtyard of the luxury house. Dion pulled over his four-wheeled vehicle right beside Hendra's car. The man immediately entered without saying hello first. Regina's habit was ingrained in him.

There were no flowers, no ribbons, and certainly no guests. The "audience" consisted entirely of men in black suits with bulging muscles beneath their jackets. Victor Volkov’s security detail stood on the left; Lorenzo Moretti’s staff stood on the right. It was a wedding arranged at the end of a gun barrel, a robotic union of two empires that hated each other.

He quietly ordered Oscar to take Eunice backstage and have her presentable again. For the sake of both Powell Group and himself, this wedding had to go on. However, Eunice could no longer bear the judgmental looks and whispers from the guests. She broke down completely and fled the wedding venue. All that remained of the wedding was a grim-faced groom. And so, this farce billed as the "Wedding of the Century" finally came to an end with the bride running away. It wasn't until the afternoon of the day after the wedding that Eric finally found Eunice huddled beside a pile of garbage, muttering to herself over and over, "I'm not the bride."

You have to be Sloane Richardson again. By the time the limousine pulled up to the grand cathedral, I was completely numb. The church was a stunning, overwhelming display of white roses, massive wealth, and towering stained-glass windows. The pews were packed to the brim with New York's elite—politicians, billionaires, celebrities—all waiting to watch the wedding of the century. The heavy oak doors opened. The traditional wedding march began to play, the organ notes echoing through the massive vaulted ceiling. I took a slow, heavy step forward. My heels sank slightly into the thick white-petaled aisle as I began my long walk.

Early in the morning, I got up and dressed myself up carefully, adorning myself with the crown William gave me. This crown was the most precious gift I had ever received, and I had to wear it on this most important day. When I walked out of the tent, I saw Jonah guarding the door with two other werewolves, holding the cloak he gave me before. When he saw me dressed in this gorgeous outfit, his face suddenly became angry, and a trace of dangerous light flashed in his pupils. "Harper, why are you dressed so ostentatiously today?" "Today is Emma and I's wedding ceremony, why are you trying to steal the limelight? Do you want to hold the ceremony with me on behalf of Emma? I tell you it's imposs