Wedding Jared Padalecki Novels & Stories

“Dylan, are you okay? What the heck are you talking about? Of course, my sister can't go to your wedding. She’s getting married today too.” Dylan felt like he had been struck by lightning. He froze, completely stunned, and his mind went blank. His hand trembled as he gripped the phone, hardly believing what he had just heard. “M-Married?” he forced the word out. “To who?!” His voice rose uncontrollably. “Haven’t you seen the financial magazine or headlines lately? She’s marrying the heir of the Muller family—Jasper Muller.”

I drew in a breath and my head spun. “Easy,” he murmured. “Easy, Cuddles, I’ve got you” his voice rumbled across my skin and my blood began to pump again. My arms and legs felt weak, but I managed to pull myself together. The music faded away and after Isabel lifted the veil off my face, we turned to face the priest. He glanced between us, then gestured to the crowd behind us. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Jace Alexander Edmund Jones Graham and Cassandra Elizabeth Jade Adler. I believe the couple would prefer to recite their vows to each other directly, instead of having me officiate?”

I had to give compliments to their thoughtful consideration of every detail in the planning of their wedding. The printing of the invitation was very beautiful and portrayed the intentionality of the family. My eyes carefully read through the invitation, but I suddenly choked on my saliva when I saw the full names of the husband. Eric Wilson! It read, 'Eric Wilson and Lola Walkins unite in matrimony.' What the hell? I blinked a couple of times and read it again. His name was there, clear as day. I felt a certain surge of emotions rush through me as I read through the invitation.

"We’re over. Who he is, is none of your business. How did you even find me?" His body swayed slightly. Trembling, he pulled a manila folder from his jacket and held it out. I took it and opened it, only to find a complete set of wedding design mock-ups. Every single page was filled with red roses. A vibrant, crimson sea, the exact aesthetic I had craved for years. Now, he was laying it at my feet. "I canceled the house lease. I sold the traditional jewelry back. I canceled all the previous wedding plans," he said, his voice fractured and desperate.

He had even deliberately approved leave for me, asking me to care for Noelle there and also help her plan the wedding. And that "jerk" who abandoned her at the altar? Blake drove him away himself. He was adamant about making Noelle his wife. My phone suddenly rang. It was my mother calling again to urge me about the wedding. "Dawn, when are you and Blake returning to the country? The whole family's waiting to attend the wedding!" "Mom, I'm not marrying Blake." Before she could start yelling, I continued calmly, "Don't worry. The wedding will still happen as planned."

"I told you that you're my only wife. I'm going to transfer all my premarital assets to you. Let's pretend that the wedding ceremony tomorrow is between you and me. The money is my wedding gift to you in my dreams." I took a deep breath and clenched my fists. I forced myself to keep the corners of my lips curled up into a smile as if I could pretend that I was truly happy that way. … No one expected me to be gone by the time the makeup artist knocked on the door the next day. I looked at the photo of me, Felix, and Vera on my phone and whispered, "Congratulations on your marriage." I then deleted everything that was related to those memories. The happy and naive Natasha Winters no longer exi

Vega screamed excitedly. "Lyra, this is your party. People are here for you. Enjoy your party. I'll let you know how things turn out in Colorado," Jared said as he kissed me on the forehead and walked away. Well, I guess that just happened, and I'm single again. I do hope everything works out for Jared and his family. I carefully climbed down from my chair and laughed at Vega and Summer as they sang a Blink One Eighty song. BLAZE*

His sleeve was damp, there was blood on his hand, and the spot on his lapel where the red flower should have been pinned was bare, with nothing left but a tiny hole where the pin had gone through. He was the bride's father, but he looked like the last person who was supposed to be at this wedding. Elliott's mother, Catherine Aldridge, walked over. She glanced at the program sheet in my hand, then looked at me. The smile on her face had already cooled. "Sadie, the ceremony is about to start." Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried far enough for everyone nearby to hear. "When you become part of a family, the most important thing you can learn is when to let things go. Your father already said

The ceremony goesgoesn on. "I now announce you as husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride!" Declared by the Mayor. "Aww, congratulations!" Bea hugged Anna and handed her a gifther gift. "Thank you." "Congrats, bro." Evan to Simon. "What time are you leaving?" "Later, 8 pm." "I thought you'll be leaving tomorrow. Aren't you exhausted today?" "We have to. They may have not known yet about our wedding but they'll eventually know later on."

The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased. Lorenzo became even more infuriated when he found out the church he had booked was hosting a wedding. His baskets of roses had been pushed into a corner to make room for lilies. "What's going on?" he snapped, grabbing one of the church staff, his face dark. "I paid for exclusive use of this place for the entire day!" Just then, the wedding ceremony ended. The church doors swung open, and cheers spilled out. The groom looked familiar. He was the Don of the Argento family from Southern Darvent, Dominic. The possessive way he gazed at his bride left no doubt about his feelings.