Wedding Night Story Novels & Stories

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.

"Will the bride and groom please come to the center of the dance floor? Here's how it works: you give them a dollar to dance with them, and they can start paying off this wedding." People laugh at the jest and begin rummaging through their wallets to participate in the dance. We dance with friends, family, and guests, enjoying the moment. As the required dances come to an end, we dance freely. By the time everything is done, I'm exhausted, unable to feel my feet, and struggling to keep my eyes open. The wedding night approaches. I'm pretending to be asleep, slumped in a chair with my head resting on the table. I'm feeling too tired to move, so I'm curious to see how Mark will handle this sit

It seemed like all the stress of the day had finally caught up with me and I was ready to fall asleep. "Do you really plan to sleep our precious wedding night away?" Bradon asked. Before I could even reply, he had flipped me easily onto my back. That sudden move drove away all of my sleepiness. I was suddenly awake again as I focused my attention on Bradon who was already straddling on top of me. The way he looked at me told me that the night had just started. "Bring it on, husband," I said before biting down on my lower lip temptingly.

Only when the last spasms subsided did I realize something else had changed. What should have been a night of love and tenderness on my wedding night had morphed into something darker... something twisted... Yet with a shiver of realization, I'd never felt more alive.

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.

“It is nothing serious. Actually, when we spent our girls' night together last night, I told the girls a tale my mother usually told me when I was young” “It was a tale about a young lady who fell in love with an outsider of their town. Everyone was against their engagement with each other, but on their wedding day, the views of the people concerning the young couple changed... after the soon to be bride woke up on her wedding day with red cheeks that symbolized prosperity”. I went ahead and stubbornly touched Valentina's cheeks after she tried to back away from me.

There was a fire of desire reflected in his pupils. The air was thick with the slick sounds of flesh meeting flesh and increasingly ragged breaths. When I deliberately slowed down, he called out my name for the first time—not as a command but a plea. Once it was over, he rolled over and fell asleep. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling until dawn. That was how I spent my wedding night. There was no warmth or loving whispers—just a cold exchange between two strangers.

Another opulent place, full of luxuries that contrasted with the despair engulfing me. I got out of the car and took a deep breath, seeking some relief in the fresh air. Mr. Feldman walked slowly. This time he didn't hold my hand. He simply walked ahead, signaling the way for me. "We are going to spend our wedding night here, my dearest wife. I am dying to conceive a son." I walked quickly behind him, lifting the train of my dress to avoid tripping. "Mr. Feldman, I need to be honest with you... I cannot consummate our wedding night. Please."

I made him drink water when he stirred, two full cups of it, slow, and bit by bit the man came back into his eyes, clearer now, steadier. And then I remembered, all at once, what night this was. It came over me in a hot wave. The drink and the fright of him being ill had pushed it clean out of my head, but it came back now and wouldn't be pushed anywhere. This was my wedding night. The hall was emptying. The doors were shut. There was no one in this room but the two of us, and the bed was right there, and I didn't know the first thing about what was supposed to happen in it.

They say people had the most eventful wedding night but hers was rather dramatic and quite eventful too. She smiled on her bed as her senses drifted to that day. They had just gotten married after Gideon found out she was expecting his child after a one night stand. "I'll get some sleep now. " she had told him that night as she took off her wedding dress. It was a hectic day and she was tired. "Do you have any expectations? " Gideon had asked her as she was about to retire for the night after showering. "No. " she had replied him that day even though she had always imagined what her first night with her husband would be. When she married Gideon that day, she knew it was impossible for her to