Wedding Shenanigans Novels & Stories

She wiggles her ass on the way up there, and I almost scowl at the men watching her like they’ve never seen a thick vixen before. Relax, fellas. That’s mine. Knox comes over, claps my shoulder. “You see your girl? Hopefully she catch it.” I chuckle. “She wants a big wedding. We were gonna do the courthouse until my mom threatened to beat our asses.” Knox laughs. “Sounds about right.” We hear the countdown, one, two, three, and Sienna tosses the bouquet. Chaos. Absolute chaos. Women diving like it’s the Super Bowl. Dresses are flying. Heels are slipping. Somebody goes down hard, dress flipping up, and the whole room loses it.

Then a video: Haven laughing hysterically, words slurred, dress wrinkled and stained, makeup smeared down her cheeks as she rambled incoherently at the camera. Gasps erupted and laughter followed. I turned slowly to look at Haven. She was staring at the screen, her face drained of color, mouth opening and closing soundlessly. She lunged toward the screen as if she could claw the images away, her composure disintegrating in real time. “Turn it off! Turn it off!” she shrieked. No one moved. The wedding dissolved into chaos as the whispers grew louder. Elders muttered furiously, and confidently, other guests openly laughed. The word ‘drug’ rippled through the hall.

This time, I let it ring, like a nuisance call. A few minutes later, the call ended, and the room returned to its initial silence. Looking at Anya's tweet, I felt no sting, no burning anger. If I had to feel anything, it was a sense of absurdity. Their wedding and my wedding were on the same day; I didn't know if it was coincidence or fate. That night, when Ted finally came home, I was already in bed, eyes closed, breathing steadily—pretending to be asleep. He moved quietly through the room, his steps measured and alert—so unlike the arrogance he usually wore so easily as the heir to a powerful family.

At our wedding, Julian, the head of the Moretti family, declared his love for me in front of New York’s most powerful crime families. “Here’s to our marriage, my beautiful wife.” A second later, he ripped off my veil and whispered coldly in my ear. “And here’s to our divorce, Claire.” The tears of joy froze on my face. The wedding was supposed to cement an alliance between our families. An encrypted livestream was carrying every moment to the allies who couldn’t attend. As I stared in shock, he pulled Sienna—the woman who managed his family’s books—into his arms. She wore a white Versace gown. The bride’s color. “If you’d just let her have that necklace last week, none of this would be happe

Before the wedding, the coordinator, Rachel Bennett, called me. "Ms. Lane, we tailored the suit to the groom's measurements. Are you sure you want us to change the size?" "Yes," I said. "The groom's changed." My wedding to Caleb was two days away. I'd chosen the venue, designed the invitations, and picked out both my dress and his suit on my own. Every time I tried to involve Caleb in the planning, he only got annoyed. "You know I'm not into all the ceremony. "Don't bother me with this little stuff." Then yesterday, I found an old proposal video on his computer. It was five hours long. Four of those hours showed Caleb painstakingly setting everything up himself. For the final hour, he excite

My fiancé hated anything that felt like a hassle. In the five years we dated, I always chose where we went. His only job was to have his driver take him there. For birthdays and anniversaries, he gave me the same Barbie-pink lipstick every time. When we started planning our wedding, nothing changed. I tried to go over the guest list with him, but he said it was too much trouble and couldn't be bothered to check it carefully. Even when it came to our engagement photos, he complained that the shoot would take too long, so we only did one basic package. Today, I came to the wedding planning studio alone to give final approval on the arrangements. As the planner, Claire Bennett, pulled up the re

My fiance was a perfect guy, but he did not love me. Ten years into my mission to win his heart, my fiance still shoved me into the line of fire just to save Evangeline Caspian, his first love. One shot put an end to everything I had ever felt for him. When the system asked if I wanted to choose a new target, I forced myself to say yes and spent every point I had to make Hunter Stormvale, the casino king of the Sable Isles, my new target. To my surprise, winning Hunter over seemed easy. When enemies came after me, he went at them with a knife. He took eighteen stab wounds without a word of complaint. When I waved him over, the man everyone knew as cold and aloof came running like a lo

She was dumbfounded by how things were escalating casually after they reunited. “Yes, Mr. Soldevilla. You see, I’m balancing my diet because I’m getting married soon and I can’t afford to gain weight now that my wedding gown has been made,” she replied, faking a smile, but frowning when she noticed that he didn’t seem interested in what she was saying. She just took a deep breath before shifting the conversation to business, but Revan cut her off again before she could even open her mouth. “Hmm, isn’t that him?” he wondered aloud, staring behind him.

Sheena shouted, the wedding coordinator, as she claps her hands twice to get everyone's attention. She fixed her dress a bit and took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. She's anxious right now and could not stop pinching her pinky finger to calm down a bit. She gazed at a bouquet of blue tulips in her hands. "This is it," she whispered to herself. Finally, it's happening. "You ok?" Alphabette, one of her friends, asked with a glimpse of concern in her eyes. "I am, don't worry about me, just a bit nervous but I'm fine,"

Edward said, Mandy just sighed, Edward tried to fix it but he just couldn't, it was late. "Dad, were you able to?" He shakes his head, and Sharon bursts into laughter. "Sharon!" "Dad please, let me laugh, I wonder, the kind of marriage your princess wants to go to, which bride forgets to fix her wedding gown, that is the first thing they do, it's a sad wedding with no wedding gown." "Shit!" if Mercy was there, she would had remind her that she haven't fixed her gown but she too is out of town, so she is left with no one.