Wedding Night Stories Novels & Stories

Messy. Heat crept up her neck. "Right. Yeah. Rough night." "Friend visit?" "Best friend. We stayed up too late drinking wine and talking about wedding planning." "Ah. The infamous girls' night." He leaned against the cubicle wall. Relaxed. Comfortable in his own skin. "Those can be brutal. My sister had one before her wedding. I heard crying and laughing at two AM through the walls. Terrifying." Despite everything, Leighton smiled. "That sounds about right."

Zane and I hosted Jane and Monica graciously that evening, and the air in the house felt much lighter. At 10:00 pm, we showed them to the door with smiles on our faces. Finally, we lay down to rest. Our nighttime routine was still the same as before; calm and quiet with nothing happening. At that moment, I couldn't fall asleep. I lay against the head of the bed, watching videos on my phone. I was subscribed to the local news channel. In the video, the newscaster once again mentioned the accident that happened in front of the office.

he begs as kisses me as we take a seat on the edge of the bed. "Let's pretend" he continues, "That this is our wedding night. It was a grand but intimate affair with only our closest loved ones in attendance. The girls are gone with their nanny and your ex is a distant memory. We just danced until our feet hurt and said goodbye to all of our friends and family." "Together we walk hand and hand as we spend our wedding night in our penthouse overlooking the bay. We make love like we did that first night, except that it will be so much better because we are not strangers this time."

After reserving the largest private room, they started partying the night away. Pulling an all-nighter on their wedding night made Mr. Toland a little displeased. Wasn't this night supposed to be meant for the all-important consummation of their marriage? Though they'd already gotten married once before, that was completely different from this time. George could only sigh helplessly when he thought of his marriage night. What could he do if his wife wanted to have fun outside? No one was playing Truth or Dare that night, just pure karaoke. Remembering that it was a wedding occasion, everyone picked upbeat songs and love songs to sing. But there were also a few sad songs.

The room exploded into cheerful cries as everyone hugged each other, absolutely happy for the couple. With celebrations already ongoing, Liza flashed her own ring and another round of cheers went up. It was indeed a wonderful night for the lovebirds and everyone who was present at the event. They all saw love at its finest, with hurdles and roadblocks but victory in the end. Because as always, love will forever find a way to triumph. Even if it all started through a one night stand.

Only when I was marching down with my bare feet blistered and bleeding in the cold of the night did I remember the SUV that I had taken with me on this remorseless night. I entered the Lobby and heard several gasps, stumbling, and things crashing down but I already looked like a wet skunk someone fit in a Wedding Dress so, No! I wasn't staying for chitchat.

It's almost as if I can literally see her getting greener as the seconds tick by. "Stella." Whitney's voice carries a tone of disapproval as she turns to face both me and her daughter. "Did you really think it was a good idea to have a wine night with Kels the actual night before your wedding?" If only Whitney Kepler knew what was actually happening at our wine night. We'd watched Steel Magnolias, Top Gun and Sweet Home Alabama while polishing off a container of cake frosting and giggling about the something blue surprise Stella has up her skirt for her groom. Ending up sleeping head-to-head on the couch as we talked about how her brother, Nick, will never get his head out of his ass where I

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

she placed a hand on hers, "I live for Max, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make sure he's hale and hearty." "I need a drink to comprehend all of this," Anya said, and rose to her feet, walking to the bar. "Let me get this straight..." She began fixing two drinks. "You’re married now?" "Yes. Married to a man I met tonight." As if saying it out loud made it more reasonable. Dropping ice cubes into the glasses, Anya launched into a brisk recitation of Ariel’s past. "You’re moving to Las Vegas—the same place where you had—" She caught herself when Ariel shot her a warning look not to continue.

I yell furiously and she stops whistling and whisper these words into my ears, MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: HEED! HEED! HEED! I gasp and jolt up my back from the bed the moment I wake up from another horrifying nightmare. “Another nightmare!” I exclaim as I can't stop panting and trying to catch my breath. I can't sleep anymore, I've heard this old lady speak to me twice in my dreams, just within a day. I flip the lamp switch on and I glimpse at the alarm clock, “This can't be. What is the probability that this is also a coincidence?”