30 Day Fiancé Novels & Stories

I said and she grinned slightly. "It's impossible for him to touch you every day. But I don't limit it and I only give you the opportunity for 3 months. If you don't succeed in getting pregnant then you have to leave my husband." Three months isn't a short time to build chemistry. A sense of comfort will emerge after a week or two together. I don't know where her brain and feelings are at having to let her husband fall into the arms of another woman.

"That's the problem. They would try to get a hand on my money or get me remain tied with her. I don't want this to happen." Confusion appeared on her face as Eden spoke up, "What do you mean?" "I don't believe in lifelong commitment or something. It's just going to be a contract marriage for a couple of months." Damien explained, "And as soon as everything will be in my control, we will part our ways and live our life in our way. There will be a prenup and you will get enough money to spend your life luxuriously afterwards." "Yeah, right." Eden glared at him, "Mr. Etheridge, do you think marriage is a joke? Well, for you it may be but for me, it’s not and I am not doing this."

My wolf cries inside me, a mournful sound that echoes through my chest. But I force myself to brighten. Force myself to sink into this moment instead of mourning the one that hasn't happened yet. We have thirty days. That's more than I had yesterday. More than I thought I'd ever get. Maybe it's enough. Maybe it has to be. "Can we at least pretend?" I whisper. "For tonight. For thirty days—pretend to be the most nauseatingly in-love pair in the world." Knox chuckles, and the sound rumbles through his chest into mine.

“You two will get married.” I almost choked on my own tongue. “Excuse me?” Bella’s expression shifted from defiance to disbelief. “Wait… what?” He held up a hand to stop the protests before they even began. “You’ll be married for ninety days. Ninety days in which you will live under the same roof, interact daily, and attempt to make this arrangement work. If, after that time, you find that you cannot tolerate each other…” He glanced at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. “…then you will get divorced. No complications, no arguments about splitting assets. Ninety days, then freedom if it fails.”

Terrence insisted. “One person. You can tell one person, like I told Kara.” Chance cleared his throat. “We are sort of co-workers. I don’t want to get called in the HR or something before I get the chance to graduate” “Fair enough” Terrence smirked. “What else’? “Since this arrangement is for thirty one days, let’s make it count. I won’t always have time, and you might not either. There can always be emergencies, if any one of us cancels. we can reschedule another day.” Chance declared.

“Thirty days to find a husband. That's insane, right? Tell me that's insane.” “It's certainly unconventional,” he allows, gently enough that I almost believe it's a kindness and not just a fact. “There is no approved list, no shortcut. It has to be real — filed, witnessed, provable if it's ever challenged, and given what's at stake, it will be challenged.” “Great,” I say. “On top of finding a husband in a month, I have to convince a courtroom it's real.” “I'm sorry,” he says, and he sounds like he means it, which is the only reason I don't cry right there in the chair that's too big for me.

I’ve never been this obsessed with someone I haven’t even met yet. There was a short pause before his next message. Kai: I have a proposal for you. Lara: I’m listening… Kai: Let’s make a deal. One full month. Thirty days of this — every single day and night. We flirt, we tease, we send photos and videos, we push each other’s limits. We make each other desperate and addicted. No meeting in person until the end of the month. On Day 30, we finally meet… and all this tension explodes.

"Could you make me understand better? What am I supposed to see that I am not seeing?" She smiled. "Alpha Zeus called me. I believe he already made it known to you, right? That you will be spending thirty days with him." It came like a sting at me. I hated to be reminded of this reality. "Thirty days is too long a time to be with someone like him. I can't believe I stepped into this net all by myself." "Thirty days is long enough to get to know someone better," she replied. "You might change your mind before the thirtieth day, you know. You never can tell."

Whether I'd prove I hadn't actually changed by demanding she honor her acceptance immediately. "How much time?" I kept my voice level. "What do you need?" "Thirty days." She met my eyes. "One month to think clearly. To make sure this is what I want. To be certain I'm ready to trust you completely." "Thirty days." I repeated. Felt like a punch to the gut but I'd meant what I said. I'd wait as long as she needed. "Okay. You have thirty days. And Elara, there's no pressure. If you decide you're not ready even after a month, we can wait longer. Or we can accept that the partial bond is enough. Whatever you need."

If anything, he'd rather not be. But her fierceness only sharpened his interest. He hadn't expected her to agree outright. Her resistance made the whole thing more compelling, not less. "It's simple enough, if you'll let me walk you through it." Right now, Sabrina was too stunned to form a coherent response, so he continued anyway. "There are a handful of rules. But the benefits, on your end, are considerable. My grandfather gave me thirty days to bring home a wife. The wedding needs to happen within this week, possibly in a few days. That's where you come in."