Wedding Night Stories Novels & Stories

The wedding music kept looping through the venue, but due to my absence, the grand wedding had to come to an abrupt end. Guests stood around exchanging uncertain glances, and whispered conversations echoed across the hall. “What happened? This is the Don’s wedding of the century, and the bride didn’t even show up?” “That can’t be right. Everyone knows Lewis dotes on Eve, and she’s a subject of envy in all of Napels. Why would she choose to run away from that kind of power and a wedding like this?”

“Besides, we’re already married. What more could we possibly need?” Caspian held her gaze, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “There is one thing.” Cassandra raised an eyebrow. “What?” Caspian leaned back against the sofa, his eyes dark with mischief. “Our wedding night.” Cassandra rolled her eyes. “What wedding night? We've done it countless times. It doesn’t even count as a first night anymore.” Her voice dropped slightly at the end, her cheeks tinged with pink. Caspian grinned at her reaction and leaned in, closing the space between them. “I meant our first night as husband and wife.”

"But I don't want to marry you anymore. You lied to me for two whole years while sleeping with my best friend. You got her pregnant, registered your marriage with her, and still came back pretending to love me. "You used the past to stab me where it hurt most. You called me dirty right to my face and said no one would ever want me. I gave you five years of my life with my whole heart, and all I got in return was betrayal. I will never marry a piece of trash like you." By the time I finished shouting, my voice had cracked. Blake's face grew paler and paler. He struggled to crawl toward me, reaching out to clutch the hem of my wedding dress.

Was he angry? After a moment, I texted him: "Goodnight." Jake didn't reply. I lay in bed, refreshing my phone, waiting for a response that never came, feeling increasingly uneasy. I closed the messaging app and reopened Reddit, only to see a notification—another post from that same user. I clicked on it instinctively. "Hey everyone, I talked to her about the wedding today. She said her family wants something small and intimate, but they'll chip in for some of the costs. I don't know how much they'll contribute, but the more, the better—it could go toward my treatment!"

“What do you think I’m doing naked in your bed?” “No…” he murmured, stepping back, his eyes wide. “It can’t be. Today is my wedding… and you… you’re telling me I slept with my fiancée’s younger sister?” She quickly started gathering her clothes. The last twenty-four hours had been the worst of her life. She had lost the man she loved on her birthday and had the most intense night of her life with her brother-in-law. She should have felt guilty for it, but she didn’t.

I thought about his cock slamming into me till it hit my cervix. Moaning into my palm, my orgasm came fast, blurring my vision. I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming as I came, my thighs slick with my cum. My legs trembled while I moved around to clean myself fast. Splashing water in my face, I rejoined the party. The rest of the night, I danced Gerald out of my mind, my body ground against the other writhing bodies that pumped to the music. *** The weeks flew by and my wedding day was here. The makeup artist put the finishing touches on my face, blotting away the last trace of shine. "There," she said, smiling.

The door swung open. Julian Langford stood in the doorway with red marks on his neck. "Back to see your wife again?" The smirk on his face was unbearable. Rage shot through me. I punched him in the face. The next moment, Wendy Sinclair rushed out of the bedroom. "Zane Lewis, why are you making a scene in the middle of the night?" "And you think it's fine to spend the night in another man's bed?" I scoffed. The first time she ended up in Julian's bed was an accident. But the second time? She was wearing his shirt, and there were still faint marks lingering on her neck.

"Words of your wedding night spread like wild fire. Not only the royals, knights and servants of the main castle know, even the people outside of the castle use it as a drinking tale." Uncle Jeremy stopped his explantation to reach for an ointment he has brought and apply it on the wound. Clenching the teeth to stop myself from hissing, I waited for him to continue. "Do you even know what they are saying about you two?" Uncle Jeremy doesn't wait for me.to reply. "They are saying A Faceless woman married a man tasted by every woman on her own wedding night." He let out a laugh. "Rumors are rumors, Uncle. Don't believe everything you hear " i argued, causing my uncle to laugh even more.

Memories of the night before flooded my thoughts. There was no question that the timid girl back at the capo’s was no longer a caterpillar. She was a beautiful butterfly, no longer caught in her cocoon. While I’d watched Isabella spread her wings at the apartments, I didn’t know what to expect on our wedding night. I’d heard stories of couples who didn’t consummate their marriage until further down the road. If my wife had asked for us to wait, I would have complied. I might be a monster when it came to running our streets and dealing with our enemies, but I wasn’t and never would be with the woman I wanted at my side for the rest of my life.

My mother-in-law glared at me coldly, blaming me for being unreasonable and demanding divorce so lightly, embarrassing her family. My own mother pinched my arm forcefully, while flashing an apologetic smile at my in-laws. My stepfather snorted coolly, scoffing at me for being an embarrassment before dragging my mother out of the wedding hall. And having had their entertainment, the guests dispersed, not forgetting to shoot me sympathetic looks before they left. Thunder clapped from the horizon, soon followed by a downpour. I was still wondering how things turned out like this. The wedding hall was halfway up a hill.