Wedding In The Stars Novels & Stories

I said, "Whatever it is, I'm going ahead with the divorce. The house you and your mother are currently occupying is my premarital property. I'll give you a week to move out." After that, I turned and left without another look back. I went to a hotel and had a good night's sleep. When I woke up the following morning, I saw that yesterday's debacle had made the local news. "Plot twist after plot twist—a woman uses her sister-in-law's identification to see a doctor and tries to frame her sister-in-law for having syphilis!" "Crazy woman claims daughter-in-law has an STD but ends up ruining her daughter's wedding." It was also through the Internet that I learned what had happened after Gretchen a

Julian, her former lover and now Evelyn’s husband, sat beside her, his expression unreadable but his gaze fixed on Kaira. “What was that stunt you pulled at the wedding yesterday, huh?” Claudia’s voice was shrill with anger as she practically shouted into Kaira’s ear. She threw two newspapers onto the coffee table, and Kaira’s eyes widened slightly when she saw the headlines. It was the first time she’d ever made it into the news—she, the forgotten daughter, had actually captured the public’s attention, and on two front pages, no less. *Wow, I’m quite the celebrity,* she thought darkly.

“Baby, let us just go home. “ When the two had entered the house, Caroline thought of turning on the television for Angel so that she can watch while she arranged things in the house. She had opened the first channel when she saw a big wedding event going on. With the level of luxury and style, it seems that a famous celebrity was getting married. She wondered silently” I haven’t heard of any celebrity getting married. why it is sudden?” Looking closely at the couple, she realized that Wesley was standing in front of the podium with a black suit. Besides him was Winnie smiling at the guest with joy. She was wearing the most expensive wedding dress. It’s elegance and look said it all.

"I won't stop you after the wedding tomorrow. Please, don't go. My parents don't believe the Don will marry me. If you walk away, they'll sell me to that bastard who tortured his three wives to death! "If you insist on leaving, you'll need to run me over first! In any case, I might as well be dead. If you don't want me, I'll have to marry that bastard." Lorenzo's hands tightened around the steering wheel, the veins on the backs of them bulging. After a long while, he let his hands fall. On the day of the wedding, the motorcade rolled toward the church. The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased.

Olivia clung to Quentin’s arm, looking at me triumphantly. Just as I was about to announce the wedding being called off, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around my shoulders. A gasp rippled through the crowd.

Where had the time gone? Lauren was all smiles as she stepped up beside the grinning Lucas. She never knew she could love someone as completely as she did Lucas. Lucas reached out and captured Laurens hands as the priest cleared his throat, ready to begin. Finally, the wedding was done. Lauren went inside to change into her after wedding attire. She and Lucas walked among the guests, greeting each one as they passed. The first dance of the evening started to play and Lucas bowed to Lauren before taking her hand and swinging her out onto the dance floor. After the couple made two circuits around the floor the rest of the guests joined in. If one were to look up they would see the millions upo

Not: I’ve been so alone, so stressed, I’m totally gagging for it, not just the sex but the touching and the intimacy and the feeling of another human being beside me, holding me, even if it’s only for a night or half a night or some portion of a night. That’s what I won’t say. A waitress comes up with our fresh drinks. She sets them down and then eyes my bouquet, followed by Lorcan’s buttonhole. “Oh! Are you two getting married?” I can’t help bursting into laughter. Of all the questions. “No. No. Not at all.” “Definitely not,” Lorcan affirms. “Only we have a special champagne deal for wedding parties,” she persists. “We get so many, what with the registry office down the road. Are you being

On the day of our wedding ceremony, Nalani Smith shows up with her family of three to marry me. Her younger brother, Felix Smith, follows closely behind her, holding a child in his arms. I stub out my cigarette and ask apathetically, "Why don't I step aside and let you two have each other?" Tears immediately well up in her eyes, and she raises her hand to swear that there's absolutely nothing going on between them and that all those rumors are nothing but malicious slander from outsiders. I nod. When the officiant announces that it's time for the couple to exchange rings, Felix abruptly drops to his knees. Pointing his finger at her, his voice trembles. "But I'm the one you love!" Nala

The air buzzed with activity as decorators, caterers, and event planners worked tirelessly to transform the beach into a breathtaking wedding venue. On the wedding day, the beach was adorned with pristine white decorations, flowers of various hues, and elegant drapery that billowed in the gentle sea breeze. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the gathering. The guests, a mix of Andersons and Laos, filled the seats in anticipation of the union between Felix and Charlotte.

“Goodnight, my bridegroom.” She buried her head into his arms. Inexplicably, a tear rolled out the corner of her eye. … On the wedding day. Although Stella had said, she wanted the wedding to be simple… Her concept of simplicity was on a whole different level from Weston's. Nearly a hundred limousines had arrived to pick up the bride, causing a heavy traffic jam. The whole city was broadcasting the spectacle of the limousines adorned with wedding banners—and all the congratulatory messages contained two names: