The Wedding That Will Never Be Novels & Stories

I thought I’d outgrown it, but it’s bone-deep, a part of me I can never fully shake. An old habit, dormant for years. But bone-deep. The concierge smiles professionally. “I can’t share guest info. But…” He gestures to the event wing, where music and laughter drift out. “There’s a celebration tonight. Many guests are there.” I follow the music, down corridors lined with white roses and silk ribbons. A wedding. I pause. In this region, marriage is sacred—one union for life. No divorce. Only death parts couples. That unwavering commitment gives me hope. Sebastian would never break a vow… right?

For ten years, Daniel Miller and I were nothing more than a secret. We went straight from friends with benefits to husband and wife, skipping the dating phase entirely. Then came the weddings. Every single time we tried to have a ceremony, his childhood best friend, Chloe Vance, would pull him away with ridiculous excuses. The first time we read our vows, she needed him to drive her to the dentist for a mouth ulcer. The second time we tried to exchange rings, she had a panic attack and threatened to jump off a roof. For our third attempt, I bribed the security guard. I begged him not to let anyone crash the venue. When I arrived, the guard blocked me at the front gates. I stood outs

It is the ninth time I bring up marriage with Shane Yardley, my boyfriend, and he finally gives in. "You know I don't believe in marriage. Do you really need a marriage certificate just to have peace of mind? Haven't I treated you well enough over the years to prove my sincerity, Jasmine?" Shane is truly wonderful. He is gentle, caring, and wealthy. He has never once complained even though I can't bear him any children. Those around envy how lucky I am to have such a great partner. He seems ready to give me everything aside from a marriage certificate. Shane wraps his arms around me after noticing my silence and tries to sweet-talk me. "If it means that much to you, I'll go with you to re

Madam Ven asked her—as she nodded to agree. “Yes. . . Mama, I am.” Keesha pleasantly replied. “I want a private wedding for the both of you. Your butlers, maids and executive will only be the guests.” Madam Ingrid suggested as Doctor Bravo approved. He take a deep breath, “yes, we want a garden wedding.” Ms. Violet claps her hand. All of them are excited for the event! “Alfredo’s wife died from the operation before,” Don Copper De Vere said.

"Promise me that we will always be together until the end of our lives." "Yes, I promise you. I will only love you and always be with you forever." After making a promise, they held each other's hands and walked to the wedding altar. The smile on their face showed how happy they were.

I guess he must have done the same. "In the name of God, I, Jayden Alex Russell, take you, Isabella Gracia Rodriguez, as my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, til death do us part." He slips the diamond ring into my middle finger, making tears spring to my eyes. This isn't real, I keep saying to myself. This isn't real. This isn't a real wedding. It is just a facade. It will soon be over in a year.

I pinched it on the side and it ridiculously stopped me. "Hahaha. I love tickling you, maybe it would be better if you just kiss me." I turned my back on him and covered myself with a blanket. "I don't know about you!" I promise. The next day, it was really what everyone was waiting for. The fancy wedding. The police escorted me to the church. When arriving at the church, those who attended our wedding did not dance together. You thought it was a celebrity getting married because of the crowd. Especially when I started walking towards the altar where Joseph was standing there.

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.

Her surprised giggle carries across the tent, high and bright, the sound of a child who is learning—slowly, carefully—that adults can be trusted after all. "You're staring." Scarlett appears at my elbow, champagne in hand, mascara still ruined. "I'm not staring. I'm... observing." "You're staring at your husband." Husband. The word still feels new. Strange. Like a garment I haven't broken in yet. "Is that allowed?" "On your wedding day?" She takes a sip of champagne. "I suppose we can make an exception." The music changes. Something slower. Something that makes my heart ache in ways I can't name. The first notes of a song I recognize—the song from the first dance that never happened at our f

Madelyn did not answer that question. Zach said, "I've prepared a gift for you tonight. I'm sure you'll like it." Madelyn remained silent. They arrived at Eternal Seasons. There was a long, white wedding carpet adorned with flowers. This wedding was unprecedented; it was the grandest in the entire Ventropolis. Hundreds of luxury cars were there at the venue. People on the sidewalks stopped to watch as each luxury car passed by. The wedding was even broadcast live. It amazed everyone.