Wedding Night Tales Novels & Stories

Nodded once when he asked if she was enjoying herself. His presence stirred things she didn’t want to feel. Their wedding night. His possessive hands. The way desire and fear had tangled together until she couldn’t tell them apart. She stepped away. Focused on the sound of her family laughing somewhere behind her. That night, in her childhood bed, Ryan knocked. “I’m watching out for you,” he said quietly. She smiled. “I know.” “Goodnight.” “Goodnight.” As she lay awake, staring at the ceiling, she wondered how long lies could hold before they snapped. Tomorrow promised more celebration. More pretending.

“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.”

None of the few people who visited the bar, ever even dared sit next to him. “I really love this city. That is why I agreed to move here after my marriage.” “Great," said JD, clearly hoping that the conversation would end so that he could drink in peace. But no such respite came to him. “You don’t talk much, do you? Now I like to have a conversation.” There was a short pause in which he took a sip of his whiskey. “You want to hear the story of how I met my wife? I bet you would,” said Devance in the excited tone of a newly married man.

Days, Months, and Years passed by. Things were not as smooth as they seemed to be. The level of worries for Anjana was increasing day by day. And one day something happened that she was never ready to accept it. While she was cleaning old things from the bed box, she found some greeting cards with some romantic notes on them. However, she already knew that Amreet was having a girlfriend before marriage, but, that hardly made her worried much because it was all before her marriage. but, one day when she opened his f******k account, she found that both of them has chatted together even after their marriage. This made her very much agitated.

The family of four walked through the Center Ground to the Supreme Ground of the Vampire Lord. In the Supreme Ground before the Stone Palace, a giant bonfire blazed under the dark sky. Its bright radiance attracted night flies, as werewolves, werebears, witches, faes, vampires, and all the supernatural races of the Riverside Pack, danced around it in joyous celebration. Aisha and her new lover were surrounded by a group of omega females and little fairies. "I heard you are the best friend of the Werewolf Mistress. Have you ever seen her shift?"

There was no smile on their faces and it gave a hint that it wasn’t a funny conversation going on. Since Oliver left the hall, she had became less nervous. But now the nervousness returned, doubled. ‘Could it be that he told her husband about last night? And her husband was here to end the wedding?’ She would be the happiest person on earth if the marriage ended but then not at the expense of her parents finding out she slept with a stranger the night before her wedding. She couldn’t tell which was worse. Whether it was because he was a stranger or because he was her brother-in-law.

His eyes brought back all those memories she thought she had already forgotten— her past which she didn't have the strength to tell Aidan. “Just one night, Autumn. We just have to dance. Our customers won’t be able to recognize us because we’re wearing masks. It's up to you whether you want to be fucked or not,” Snow, her best friend, told her. Snow already has her make-up on and her black lingerie. Her lips were so red as if she had really prepared for this night.

It was my wedding night, and I was supposed to be in bed with my husband—an old man my foster mother had sold me to because, to her, I was nothing more than trash. I lay stiffly on the bed, waiting for the nightmare to begin. A rosy pink blindfold covered my eyes tightly. Earlier that evening, after the wedding ceremony, I had discovered the strange tradition of this house: the bride’s eyes must remain shut until her husband had “claimed” her. Fear curled deep inside my chest.

AJ whispered huskily in her ears. "Ser… Serve a lot tonight?" She stammered. "What's happening tonight?" AJ chuckled at her question. "Never heard of wedding night?" He teased. "Wedding night?" She exclaimed to only AJ's hearing. What??!!! We are not doing that, right?

“Then for me?” Weaver nodded. “You’re a legend and from another place, back in their own gloomy history. Many saw your resurrection and the story traveled far. The tribes understood my magicks and I had a great audience to do my magick. Many told of the ceremony and your emergence from the egg on the altar near Rutland town.” “It didn’t bother you to be watched so as this happened?” Weaver snorted quietly. “Men play like little boys not being able to piddle when another is near. I don’t care who watches me rip this reality in half.”