Wedding Dream Novels & Stories

She deserved a wedding at least "What do you have in mind" "Something extravagant… a big luxurious wedding… I want everything Vic''Vivie muttered while running her fingers in his hair. Silence fell between them, Victor kissed her belly then massaged her inner thighs. "What else?" he muttered in between kisses. His voice vibrated against her belly making her feel warm inside "I want something romantic… to wear the most beautiful wedding dress…for you to stand at the altar and watch me walk down the aisle" she had so many dreams about her life. The fact that Victor married her secretly didn't mean she was going to give up on her dreams

She had just woken up from a dream, one that left her feeling both elated and disappointed all at once. In her dream, she married the love of her life, Liam, in a grand and lavish ceremony. Isabella was dressed in a stunning white wedding gown that shimmered in the light, while Liam looked very handsome in his suit, colored tie, and black Shoe. The two of them stood at the altar, surrounded by their beaming parents and loved ones, sharing in the joy of the moment. As the priest blessed their rings, Isabella and Liam exchanged their loving vows, promising to cherish and support each other for the rest of their lives. And then, in the most romantic moment of all, the priest declared them husba

"Addison! Did you hear me?!" I snapped out of my reverie and immediately turned to Hayden, looking at me with a frown. "Yeah, what did you just say?" I smiled regretfully and could see the very uncomfortable expression on Hayden's face. Oh, silly me, I don't know how often he called me earlier. Hayden smiled, then said, "I was just saying that a wedding is indeed a dream for any couple." I nodded in agreement with what he said. I'm sure every couple has their dream wedding, and so do I, but it looks like it will never happen to me. "Maybe I won't get it."

Instead, they had chosen to prioritize their careers, rushing into their shared venture without taking the time to celebrate their commitment to one another. Her eyes darted across the screen as she clicked on various articles and images related to wedding dresses. Each design she came across served as a reminder of her unfulfilled dreams. Rita wondered what it would be like to don a gown that reflected her unique vision, walking towards Jaden with a beaming smile as they exchanged vows. Deep down, Rita knew that her longing for a wedding dress of her own design was symbolic of a deeper desire—for a relationship built on love, trust, and shared dreams. She yearned for a connection that went

I took a deep breath and then I closed my eyes, picturing what I thought was the dream of dreams weddings. “When I was younger, I used to picture a wedding in a huge estate… with a huge garden. Flowers in bloom everywhere. The ceremony would be in the middle of an orchard, surrounded by trees. It would be like a fairyland. When the bride walks down the aisle, there would be a rain of flower petals. Then at night, all the trees would be illuminated by lights like they’ve been infested by fireflies, and then there would be a fireworks display.” “Fairyland wedding,” he said. “Suitable to seal the deal on your ‘ever after’.”

After all, I never wanted this marriage. * "Promise me, you'll be mine" "I'll be yours" "You'll wait for me" "I'll wait for you. I promise" I jump off the bed, wheezing and shivering. With my eyes burning, I look around, rubbing my throat full of sweat. I'm in the villa. I was sleeping and— the dream! Why did I have this dream today? Why?

It was a long day at work, a typical Monday; it seemed to drag on as the time passed slowly. Mitchell and I sat down together at lunch and spent the entire hour talking about our wives. Their crazy dreams and alter egos had us both believing that in some way they might actually be intertwined somehow. It had only been three days since we all had dinner at mine and Abby's house, but Veda had already had another dream. Mitchell wanted to confide in someone that wouldn't think that his wife was crazy so that only left me. Who else could he talk to, about her dreams, that wouldn't think that she was crazy? If I thought Veda was crazy, I would have to think the same about my Abby. Especially, sin

He looked at her reverently, sometimes making her breathless as if the Greek God had worshiped her. “Yes, it’s true,” Sheila emphasized her words. “Okay, back to your question. What did he say about this?” Sheila pivoted into a serious discussion. “He asked me to be your express EO for your dream wedding. I will help you to realize your dream wedding even though we only have short notice. He is adamant that the wedding could be done immediately. The faster, the better, his words, not mine,” Sheila said while rolling her eyes, remembering Alex’s order. “I don’t even know what my dream wedding is,” Iris replied. She had no idea how she would be married, how her wedding would be. That was beyon

It was as clear as pure wine, and it was extremely pleasant to the ear. "Sleep." It was just one word, but they somehow made one feel at ease. Actually, what was the point of thinking so much? Let nature take its course. Wendy gave a soft sound of acknowledgement before falling asleep. In her dream, she dreamed of her own wedding. The sea breeze blew gently, and the beach was full of holy white roses. There was a soft sand under her feet, and the man in front of her…… "……Rex Gavyn?"

Last night, instead of dreaming about the woman I was supposed to marry, I had a wet dream about that dumb maid—Ella. I woke up in a sweat, heart pounding, images of her flashing through my head. We had sex everywhere—kitchen, balcony, bathroom—hell, it was in Vegas, of all places. I’d decided not to sleep anymore if this was how my mind wanted to play. I mean, who the hell dreams about fucking a servant in Vegas the night before their wedding?