Novel & Cerita A Very Long Engagement Novel

“She always did have more ambition than brains.” “Eliza,” Diana pleaded, following me. “You and Derek were great together. Don’t throw away years of love because of pride. He still loves you. He—” I spun around sharply. “I’m engaged to Alpha Alexander.” My voice echoed in the hall, “That ship has not only sailed, it’s halfway to another continent.” She looked stunned. I could see the colour drain out of her face and I loved every moment of it, “You… you're engaged?"

The notifications carried the same headline in bold letters that made my heart skip the moment I saw it. KAEL AND HAZEL'S ENGAGEMENT: THE LOVE OF THE CENTURY. I blinked, hoping I saw it wrong but the more I read it, the more my vision tunneled. Rage surged through me, my grip on the phone tightened until I nearly broke it. Engagement? Love of the century? Are they out of their mind?

The night Justin Lane proposed to his first love, I stood on the terrace of the thirty-third floor, holding a report that diagnosed me with late-stage stomach cancer. Through the windows, I watched him kneel and slide the pink diamond ring that had once belonged to me onto another woman's finger. I endured the excruciating pain and stayed out on the terrace beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows so I wouldn't disturb their beautiful moment. Then Justin saw me. There was no panic or guilt in his eyes. There was only disgust. From the other side of the glass, he sneered and pointed toward the edge of the terrace. Then, he mouthed the words to me. "If you want to jump, then jump. Enoug

It was a day old. "Then why is Lucien Delano, lover extraordinaire, getting engaged to an heiress from L.A?" she hissed in anger, her eyes flashing.

The sound of clinking champagne glasses, hushed conversations, and laughter filled the lavish ballroom. The lights were soft, the atmosphere electric, and the air itself seemed to hum with excitement. It was the event of the year—the engagement party for Isabella Laurent and Alexander Blackwood. The Blackwood empire, with all its wealth and influence, had gone to great lengths to ensure every detail was perfect.

When his page is open in wikipedia, the first picture is open make my heart shattered more. He is standing with other women in his arms. He got engaged to her four months back and going to marry her soon. Her name is Anna Smith. She is the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her model like figure fit perfectly in his arms. Now I can understand why he broke our engagement. Anyone can do the same. He grew a stubble make him more handsome but something is missing in his eye. He look tired. His eyes didn't have a glint which makes him beautiful.

“I see.” “No, you don't.” My hand runs over my jaw, “I'm engaged… to her sister.” His expression changes entirely. “This is complicated.” “It isn't,” I tell him calmly. “It sounds extremely complicated.” “It should be simple.” He shakes his head, “But it isn't.” I look towards the raindrops sliding down the office window, pondering on whether I should say more. “The engagement is strategic.” “But the nun isn't?” “No,” I answer too quickly, too quick that Dr. Keller notices.

With the specific comfortable consideration of someone thinking about something they wanted rather than something they were managing. "Not immediately," she said. "Not a long engagement. Somewhere in between." She paused. "I want time to exist in this first. The engaged version of this. Before it becomes the married version." She looked at him. "Does that make sense." "Yes," he said. "Completely." "A year," she said. "Maybe less. Whenever it feels right rather than when a timeline says it should." "All right," he said simply. She typed back to Maya: *Lucia called you at midnight. Of course she did. Come whenever you want. We haven't set a date yet. We got engaged twelve hours ago.*

“Money, guns, swords, some books, and repairing gear… I guess I´m set” I never had a lot of belongings, if it´s not completely necessary, then I don´t need them to use space in my room, that´s how I´ve always lived. There were exceptions, like the photo of Veronica and myself on her 16th birthday. That same day I heard Herion talk about her engagement with the king and queen of Asphyxia. Even if the engagement hasn´t been decided yet, it puts me on edge every time I think about it. The image of them getting married was to be expected according to the original story, and for the sake of the world, that marriage will end with Veronica´s death at the hands of the heroine. But I won´t let that h

“I think it’s time for us to announce our engagement.” My eyes widened, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. Engagement? “Nicolai, what are you—" I started, but he cut me off. “I’m serious, Amethyst. We’re already dealing with lies, rumors, and people who want to see you fall. But there’s nothing stronger than showing the world you’re not just with any man—you’re with a billionaire businessman who’s built his empire from the ground up. No one can touch you when they know you’re mine.”