What Happens On The Wedding Night Novels & Stories

The wedding night was what people anticipated more than the ceremony. For the first time, a lover consumed their relationship as husband and wife. It was a magical night for the newly wedded couple, but for me and Lauren, it was the night that we spent together just laying beside one another. Neither of us had closed our eyes for a second; it felt like we were both awake in case any monster paid a visit to us. I didn’t know about Lauren, but for me, I was sad. Deep in my heart, all I could feel was empty, which shocked me, as I knew there had to be something in that place.

Trying to force a calm that is not there. And this is how my marriage begins. with a freaking protest. Across from me, my husband closes his eyes like this entire day is something he intends to forget. But now we have to deal with what comes after the wedding. The wedding night.

We were happy—or at least, I convinced myself we were. Eventually, we got married. It was the biggest wedding the city had ever seen, a lavish affair that made my family beam with pride. But the glamour ended at the bedroom door. On our wedding night, Maxine fell asleep almost immediately. He claimed he was exhausted and had to travel the very next morning for an urgent business meeting. I tried to wake him, my heart pounding. I had never had sex before, and now that I was finally a wife, I needed it more than ever. I needed him to at least hug me, touch me, or show some sign of desire. But he didn't lay a hand on me. I laid there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, figuring he was just dra

The guests were busy with their own meal nobody noticed the little conflict the newlywed couple was facing. “How dare you kiss me like that!?” She punched him lightly on the shoulder. “This is our wedding day, right now we are husband and wife. It’s normal for me to kiss you and consider this the beginning. Later on I will give you so much more than just a kiss.” He reminded her. Yes, she almost forgot about it completely since she had been more focused on the wedding ritual itself. The first night. Most couples would exchange their love to each other on the first night and drown themselves in a world of bliss and pleasure, but for Karina, it was nightmare.

After going around and collecting fake congratulations from everyone, Hazel thought that nothing could ruin the perfect day. The wedding had gone off without a hitch. It had been beautiful, and she felt like she was finally free from the pain of her past. It was her wedding night, the beginning of a new life. But things were about to change in a way Hazel couldn’t have imagined. The night was supposed to be perfect. Damien had promised to mark her, to claim her as his. Hazel had dreamed of this moment, the moment when she would finally belong to him. But now, as they sat on the bed together, her heart was pounding with anticipation.

Still, if it were on the contrary that no one bothered to alert me of his arrival since he might have come back late, I should have heard him in the house. What weirdo doesn't sleep in their own home? And it's the first night. Our wedding night. A night normal couples would be spending entangled in each other. Or doesn't this apply at Guttenbrieg pack as well? Do husband and wife forget that they're married after taking their vows? Has Mikael forgotten about his husbandly duties?

Fallon There’s little to report about my wedding night. I didn’t dance until the wee hours of the morning. I didn’t arrive at a romantically decorated room where a bottle of sparkling wine and chocolate-covered strawberries were waiting for me and my dear, sweet husband. I didn’t fall into silk sheets with the love of my life.

“This was the best wedding night I could have asked for.” Marcus laughed, stroking her hair. “Ours too.” Jax pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply. “We’re doing this again. Soon.” I smiled, completely wrecked and utterly satisfied. The wedding night had started as a secret affair next door. It had ended as a full swap between best friends and their men. And none of us wanted it to be the last time.

“Poor you. I … I don’t know what to suggest. Maybe some coffee?” “He can’t even sit up! He drank all these stupid cocktails, and I had to help him up to our room, and then he just crashed out on the bed and it’s supposed to be our wedding night.” “Oh no!” I try to sound shocked. “So haven’t you even—” “No! We haven’t!” I can’t help exhaling with relief. I was worried they might have slipped in a quick one without anyone knowing.

Everything was now in the past. "Everyone, watch me," Hope shouted and started clapping her hands. "Clap your hands, everyone!" She instructed and we all did. "Hey!" Giovanni pulled me into his arms. "Hey!" I responded and kissed him on the lips. "It's finally over." He said "It's is," I responded and he pulled me closer for another kiss. Everyone in the hall clapped for us as we kissed. It was finally over. A sorrowful wedding night later turned into a happy ending.