Wedding Shenanigans Novels & Stories

"Oh, here are the bride and groom," the wedding planner, Mona, said. Her eyebrows lifted, her head shaking in disbelief. She knew well that the couple had locked themselves in the dressing room before getting their retouch. This was the first time she arranged a wedding for a couple who were so horny for each other! "Time for the party entrance, everyone!" Mona called all the participants' attention, and Shantelle and Evan both laughed at how they were about to have their second exercise of the day.

This was exactly the kind of wedding I'd always wanted. Leonard and I'd been together for eight years. Every time I brought up marriage casually, he'd brush it off, insisting he needed to focus on his career. "Be reasonable, Mabel. I'm climbing the ladder. This isn't the time to settle down." And yet, there he was, marrying someone else. The officiant quieted the crowd and called the bride and groom forward. As everyone cheered, Leonard and Selene slipped rings onto each other's fingers—the rings that should have been his and mine.

Ben shot back. I rolled my eyes, but I had to admit, their banter made things easier. For a moment, it almost felt normal—just a bunch of guys, preparing for a wedding, drinking expensive whiskey while cracking jokes. But beneath it all, I could feel the weight of what was about to happen. The permanence of it. A marriage. To Sienna. The woman who both infuriated and intrigued me. "Alright, alright," I said, shaking my head. "Enough reminiscing. Let's get this damn wedding started before someone decides to sabotage it again."

“In real life it turns into gray slush and frostbite. Which, by the way, do not pair well with six-figure weddings.” That got Autumn to smile. She finally turned and took in the chaos behind her. Garment bags everywhere. Stylists moving like they were defusing bombs instead of steaming silk. Champagne glasses abandoned on every flat surface. The whole suite smelled faintly like hairspray, expensive perfume, and stress. Two weddings. Same night. At the time, it had sounded romantic. Now it felt like they were orchestrating a diplomatic summit.

The media erupted with shocking news of Sebastian’s secret wedding just days after their marriage. The revelation left everyone eager to uncover the identity of the mysterious woman who had captured the heart of the elusive bachelor. Women who had once dreamed of winning him for themselves were consumed with envy. The Blackwoods were no exception, though they seemed more intent on using the news to taunt Kaira. “I wonder what Mr. Ashford’s wife looks like,” Claudia mused aloud, her eyes glued to the headlines. “She must be incredibly beautiful and, no doubt, of high status.”

Their faces turned pale, and there was a sense of panic in their eyes, with nowhere to hide. Thea came out and pulled Samuel behind her. Then she said to Thorne, "The wedding, are you still going to proceed with it?" Sherry, however, indulged herself and angrily rebuked Thea, "Thea, what was your intention in deliberately causing this scene at my wedding? Why did you plot to ruin my wedding?" Thea walked up to Sherry in high heels. Her gaze slid from her face down to her belly. "Miss Wilson, don't be angry, be careful not to disturb the baby."

As such, this so-called opportunity had fallen into my lap instead. Emma smiled triumphantly. "The dragon clan's palace is resplendent. You're so lucky, Lilian." That night, Father sent a butler to the elves' temporary residence to discuss the specific details of the marriage. The wedding was scheduled to be held in Sapenthia Chapel in three days. Mother gave Emma a magic accessory box that had been passed down through several generations as a wedding gift. On the day of the wedding, I accompanied my family to the elves' temporary residence—Oak Manor—and met Aleron again.

This would be a second entrapment, layered over the first. "You mean go to court and sign?" I asked, feigning casual curiosity. "Yes," he said, moving briskly toward his desk. Drawers slid open, papers shuffled. "We’ll make it official." I forced a laugh. "What, no big wedding?" He looked up sharply, eyes narrowing. "Is that what you want?" "No," I said quickly, nearly tripping over the word. “It’s fine.” His expression softened. "Good. Because if, at the end of two months, I’ve made you fall in love with me, then we’ll have the big wedding. A grand one. My gift to you."

At the wedding, she saw many familiar faces. People whispered among themselves. The story of Bethany and Shane was hard to believe. After six years together, they had each sent out wedding invitations, yet they had married other people in such a short time. “I really thought they would make it in the end. I didn’t expect this!” “Life is unpredictable. The Stafford family cares so much about their reputation, yet they let Shane marry his stepsister? Isn’t that absurd? This will make Gavin the laughingstock in Sea City’s business circle.”

On the day of our wedding ceremony, Nalani Smith shows up with her family of three to marry me. Her younger brother, Felix Smith, follows closely behind her, holding a child in his arms. I stub out my cigarette and ask apathetically, "Why don't I step aside and let you two have each other?" Tears immediately well up in her eyes, and she raises her hand to swear that there's absolutely nothing going on between them and that all those rumors are nothing but malicious slander from outsiders. I nod. When the officiant announces that it's time for the couple to exchange rings, Felix abruptly drops to his knees. Pointing his finger at her, his voice trembles. "But I'm the one you love!" Nala