Wedded Bliss Law And Order Novels & Stories

July side by side with N entered the wedding hall, the gaze of all invited guests was directed at them in every swing of steps towards the altar that was getting closer. It's the craziest day of July's life, marrying the stranger she just met 30 minutes ago. Who could have thought that July really did the blind wedding according to her original plan. That is, marrying a man whom she did not know at all before. Exactly what is done on a blind date. But that was not the main concern of July at this time, all she had in mind was how the wedding ceremony went smoothly until the end and finished without any obstacles. So the determination implied in the look of July's eyes staring at the wedding

"Try again." She swallowed hard. "There was… thought I saw…maybe I was mistaken about the timing. Everything's been so chaotic. I must have…" "You're lying." Bliss stood slowly, her eyes locked on Calla like a predator sighting prey. "You led her here." "No. I would never…" "You led her here," Bliss repeated, louder now, each word sharp as broken glass. "You made sure she was alone. You set her up. You participated in her murder." "That's insane!" Calla's voice rose, defensive. "Why would I…we've worked together for eight years! I would never…"

Sabastian states and runs off to the house. I look around frantically. "As much as I want to marry you, our guy is gone," I mention to Lawler, and his face falls. "Damn.” "That would be a problem, but we had a backup." Harmony states as Sabastian returns with our missing people. "What was the backup?" I ask, looking around. "Me. I am going to marry the two of you. If that is, ok?" Sabastian asks Lawler. "Nothing would bring me greater joy than knowing my best friend married my wife and me." Lawler pulls him into a tight hug. "Let’s do this.” Sabastian states.

Lys let her own vows roll out honey‑soft, embedding double meanings in every promise of loyalty and obedience. Loyalty to whom. Obedience to what. When the judge declared them husband and wife “under law and witness,” Kael didn’t hesitate to kiss her again. It wasn’t as explosive as the rooftop, but the link still flared. Heat shivered down her spine, his implant answering the touch, their systems shuddering against one another like matched blades. “Mrs. Petrov,” the judge said with a professional smile, as if he couldn’t feel the tension vibrating off them.

Finally, I concluded with an expressionless statement, "Mr. Smith is leading a happy life now, and so am I." Camera flashes were going off non-stop, and the blinding lights from all directions had the potential to blind anyone. They seemed determined to scrutinize every subtle nuance on my face, hoping to uncover any lingering sorrow. Before the trending headline ‘Hazel Jones, Cannes Best Actress’, there was another one that came before it—'Hazel Jones Talks About Luke Smith Again’. After four years, our names were once again intertwined. Upon seeing the news, my mom wasted no time in approaching me as soon as I arrived home.

But I held myself. She slowly took the blindfold and a gasp left my lips. Bruhhhh, she's a goddess. The lingerie hugged every part it was meant to and accentuated her shape. She looked yummy, and I Couldn't help but scream out loud, "This is my wife, y'all, my wife." And she burst into laughter. Even at this moment, her laughter sounds rhythmical and magical.

It’s an… invitation for their wedding tomorrow. There it is again, the sudden pain that I felt after looking at it. I don’t think I can manage to see her getting married. Just thinking about it feels like I was being stabbed multiple times how much more seeing it? However, that might be the last time I’ll be able to see her. I want to see her in a wedding dress. I want to see her pretty face. I want to see her experience marriage even if it wasn’t with me. [SIGH] Chelsea’s POV

I can’t help asking. “Let me think.” His face lights up. “The one with the lobsters. Classic.” “No, the wedding,” I object. “It has to be the wedding. ‘With this Smith and Wesson 59, I thee wed.’ ” I watched that episode about ninety-five times. It was Dirk and Sally’s second wedding (after they’d divorced and left the force and been recruited back in season four), and it was the best TV wedding ever. “No, the kidnap double bill.” Ben has sat up in his hammock and is hugging his knees. “That was epic. Hey, listen. Listen.” His face brightens. “We’ll do it as Dirk and Sally.”