Mc Script Wedding Novels & Stories

On my wedding day, my fiancé’s childhood sweetheart arrived, wearing the exact same custom wedding dress as me. They stood together, greeting guests, while I smiled and praised them as a match made in heaven. Humiliated, she left the venue in tears. In her defense, my fiancé publicly accused me of being petty and unreasonable. After the wedding reception, he left with her for the honeymoon we had planned together. I didn’t cry. Instead, I called my lawyer immediately.

I looked at my fiancee and saw the corner of his lips, curved, and there was satisfaction in his eyes that couldn't be hidden after he had managed to push me off the cliff, letting the pack of rogues feast on me. Why? I badly wanted to open my mouth to ask him why he did this to me, but I couldn't muster the courage to ask him. It wasn't because I couldn't, rather I was afraid of hearing the cruelest words from the mouth of someone whom I loved. ~•~ Dahlia Hail was kicked out of her pack for a crime she did not commit. She became a rogue the moment she left the pack. In the forest, she happened to meet a man. They became partners in life as time passed. However, it didn't last long. Dahlia was betrayed by the man she loved. She was discarded by the man who threw her in the pit of rogue hunters, leading Dahlia to die at their hands. She thought her life was over, but the universe blessed her and gave her a second chance. In her second life, she dedicated herself to exacting her revenge, only to discover that the script was changing due to the butterfly effect. How come Kaleid became her Professor and started to approach her with the identity as her mate?

On our wedding day, my bride insists on wearing an old, beat-up watch with the million-dollar wedding dress I buy her. I call off the wedding on the spot. She looks at me in shock. "You called off the wedding just because of a watch?" I take out the divorce agreement and tell her to sign. "Yes. Because of that watch." Everyone calls me crazy. They cannot believe I would end a ten-year relationship over something so worthless and file for divorce in front of everyone. Dad walks up and slaps me across the face. "Get on your knees, you disgrace." My mother-in-law shrieks that I have ruined her daughter's future by returning her like damaged goods. I look at the watch on her wrist, which is stopped at 3:07, and I smile. Then, I phone my assistant. "It's time. Release everything. I want a divorce."

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've always known I'm not worthy of Claire. I hope you can understand."

Eva never wanted this life—the roar of engines, the scent of leather and gasoline, the weight of her father's legacy crushing her shoulders. As the only daughter of the Crimson Reapers' president, she's spent years trying to escape the MC world. But when a bloody turf war threatens to destroy both her father's club and the rival Steel Vipers, there's only one way to broker peace: a union sealed in chrome and rebellion. Albert, the ruthless VP of the Steel Vipers, is everything Eva despises—violent, arrogant, and dangerously magnetic. He's got sins tattooed on his knuckles and vengeance carved into his soul. The arranged marriage is a cage for them both, a business deal written in bad blood and broken promises. She's supposed to be his old lady. He's supposed to be her protection. Instead, they're gasoline and matches—combustible, toxic, and one spark away from burning everything down. But as enemies close in and betrayal bleeds through both clubs, Eva and Albert discover that the line between hate and hunger is thinner than they thought.

He was forbidden. I never should have set my eyes on him and now because of me, he's dead. To top it off, I'm engaged to someone else. Guess it's not the best time to tell my father and fiancee that I'm expecting. This baby is the only memory I have of him. The only thing that reminds me what we had was not a dream. When my father finds out, I'm forced to run and end up in the enemy's territory. Federico Gambone has no morals. He sees something he wants, he takes it. End of story. Since I know how much he covets part of our territory, we strike a deal. Protect me until I give birth and I will give him half of the Vincelli territory. What I didn't realize was that to honor my end of the deal, I had to become someone else. I had to transform myself into the Black Queen. A woman even the devil is wary of. ----- Tropes; FORCED PROXIMITY, HE FALLS FIRST, TOUCH HER and I WILL UNALIVE YOU, POSSESSIVE MC & Your healthy amount of steam.

Once the chosen mate of Darius Kael, the Ironfang Alpha, Kiera Vale thought she had it all — power, a future, a place at his side. The night she walked into the clubhouse and discovered a surrogate carrying his pup destroyed everything. Humiliated, terrified and newly pregnant herself, she took his prized motorcycle and vanished into the human world, hiding among outlaw riders and raising her child in secret. Five years later, the rumble of engines signals the end of her freedom. The Ironfang pack has found her. The Alpha who betrayed her has become president of the Black Howl MC, and he wants his mate back — and the heir she kept from him. But Kiera isn’t the frightened Luna he left behind. She’s earned her own colors, forged her own alliances, and learned to fight on two wheels and four paws. To protect her son and her new life, she’ll have to out-ride, out-fight, and out-smart the most dangerous werewolf biker gang on the continent — including the man who once owned her heart.

"I need an answer, Collins. Or is your guilt eating you up so bad that..." "There is no guilt," he deadpans, the weight of his words resting on my shoulders, making them sag in sorrow. "It was only a matter of time until you found out. I want to say I'm sorry, but that would be me lying..." Blood rushes to my ears. I can't believe what I'm hearing. "What? You're... you're not — " "No," he shrugs. "You brought this upon yourself." "Excuse me? I made you cheat?" "Yes." ----------------------- When hotshot billionaire mogul Collins Black propositions her to be his wife, twenty-two-year-old, script writer Anna Whitfield believes she's the luckiest woman on earth. But things quickly go sour when one year later, she discovers that Collins has been cheating on her with her best friend, Diana. What's worse? Collins proposes to Diana on a night which is supposed to be the most important night of her life. Enraged, and frustrated, Anna begs the nearest man she can find for a kiss to spite her ex-husband. But the man who obliges isn't just any man, but the most powerful mafia don in Russia. Viktor Ivanov. [NOTE: This is an ex-husband/mafia romance. You’re guaranteed to have a swell time reading. Do enjoy]

At the wedding I've spent months planning, my usually stoic fiancé, Anthony Scott, is about to run off with his assistant, Erica Jones. To top it all off, she is wearing a wedding gown. Out of nowhere, his younger brother, Christopher Scott, grabs my hand and plans to pull me straight to City Hall. He disregards my panicking eyes. "Let's get married," he says, as if it's the most normal thing in the world. Then, the stage decorations suddenly collapse, revealing a room full of guests mocking and laughing at me. The two men who once swore to love me forever do all just to make Erica smile. The three of them clink glasses and drink a love toast on stage, completely lost in their own moment. "The wedding you planned was way too outdated. You should thank Erica for turning it into a bachelorette party!" "The real wedding will be this Sunday. Isn't Erica's idea amazing?" Anthony and Christopher were confident that I wouldn't dare leave them. But I quietly pick up my phone and type a message. "Let's set the wedding date for this Sunday, Levi."

One week before the wedding, I accidentally came across a copy of my girlfriend's abortion procedure report. She always insisted she was uninterested in being intimate, yet behind my back, she had secretly aborted another man's baby. Instead of questioning her, I quietly put the report back where I found it. For the next week, I went along with the wedding planning, picking out the outfits and rings. But on the day of the wedding, the bride, waiting endlessly for the groom who never came, lost her mind.