Wedgie Story Novels & Stories

He left unsettled but obliging. The next morning, I woke looking far too well for someone who’d been ill. Gordon left early; I followed later, but Lucas and I took a detour. We went to the courthouse and were married. By the time I reached the office, the smear story had been scrubbed clean, taken down overnight. Gordon’s warning and the Warren family’s pull had made the headlines disappear. The Internet could be made to forget when the right people moved. Gordon was waiting for me in my office. He seemed almost casual. “The agency sent the people. I’ve got a meeting in town. Do your interviews and make a choice.”

" Sharon hissed. Then, she walked toward me with the small knife. In that instant, my wrist ropes loosened. I quickly pushed my chair aside and used my feet to knock it over. I had a special bracelet on my wrist, which could turn into a small dagger. It also had a locator inside. I was sure that Andy would find me soon. When I collapsed to the ground, Sharon fell as well. She had been stabbed in the back, struggling a few moments before going still. "Claire, are you okay?"

‘The Wife Who Got Cheated on’ ‘Boaz Johnson tricked into marrying the former heiress of Harry G&G Company’ and numerous others that, at this point, I was tired of revisiting, so I made a mental note to get off social media till everything gets better. Shading my face with the scarf I had brought along, I headed towards my car, ignoring the constant questions they threw my way as they tailed my every movement. “Is it true that you throw yourself at every man you meet? I even heard that one of them came to confront Mr. Boaz.”

July said softly after a long silence. The voice that he was waiting for finally sounded through the waiting of patience. “What do you mean, Miss?” “This wedding..."July started crying. “How foolish I was to be betrayed twice by the same person...” she said in sobs. People say a squirrel won't fall twice in the same hole.

I can’t help asking. “Let me think.” His face lights up. “The one with the lobsters. Classic.” “No, the wedding,” I object. “It has to be the wedding. ‘With this Smith and Wesson 59, I thee wed.’ ” I watched that episode about ninety-five times. It was Dirk and Sally’s second wedding (after they’d divorced and left the force and been recruited back in season four), and it was the best TV wedding ever. “No, the kidnap double bill.” Ben has sat up in his hammock and is hugging his knees. “That was epic. Hey, listen. Listen.” His face brightens. “We’ll do it as Dirk and Sally.”

When Bucky had said male werewolves go crazy during those moments around their mate, I hadn’t fully understood the level into which the mating process would drop. Last night had been… something else. It was late in the afternoon now, and Jay was finally asleep. Had I known, it would have been such a long and involved process, I would have tried to make him wait until we had gotten home. Though thinking about it, I doubt I could have held off that long, either.

A sorrowful wedding night later turned into a happy ending. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for reading. The wedding has officially come to an end. Thank you all for reading this lovely story up till now. I appreciate my dedicated readers and my ghost readers. I love you all and I hope you keep supporting me. TWN has officially signed out. Love y'all Oluwatosin melody.

By the time Finn Wheeler explained that it was only a bet, the crowd had already been laughing for a while. The teasing was sharp, shrill enough to feel like it was piercing straight through my eardrums. “Tsk, Ruth. Betting on you isn’t even worth the losses. Can you use that useless brain of yours for once?” “This is hilarious. You actually fantasize about Finn marrying you?” That sense of humiliation was far too familiar. Almost instinctively, I clenched the fabric of my wedding dress, my fingers digging in so hard it hurt.

I stood beneath the old locust tree that hadn’t changed in ten years, five cold metal boxes cradled in my hands. I felt like a complete joke. A gust of wind swept past, stirring a few fallen leaves and chilling me to the bone. Turns out, in some corner I knew nothing about, another woman’s turmoil had been buried all along. And my fiancé’s unspoken regret. His greatest regret was that he couldn’t give her a wedding. What about me?

she growls before slapping me again. “My parents and Diego have nothing to do with your father! Stop blaming them!” I shout, even though my head throbs from the impact. “Tell her, Dad,” Tiffany says, stepping back, letting Mr. Wedge speak. "What an innocent girl you are," Mr. Wedge says, gripping my chin harshly. "Your parents and I were business rivals. I sent Tiffany to befriend you, to watch the Hendersons. But she failed. And now, because of your parents and that bastard husband of yours, I’ve lost everything."