An American Marriage Book Novels & Stories

The kiss was rough, leaving a metallic taste of blood on my lips. He lowered his gaze. "Liz, you're the one I love. But when it comes to marriage, we need to take things slowly. At the very least, I have to wait until Lou gets married first. I need to know she's truly happy…" A soft, bitter laugh escaped me as my tears fell onto his fingers. "I can't wait." The first thing I had done after receiving the marriage certificate was share the news with my grandmother. It gave her a second wind—she had been holding on solely to see my wedding.

She let me feel her desire, parting my lips, licking into my mouth. Her hand massaged my shoulder blade as she tried to soften my resistance. Her touch worked on me like a drug until a cold feeling seeped into me. I felt I was doing something wrong and I was going to regret it. I pulled away from her. "Darling, I've waited for months...I need you inside of me, badly." "This feels wrong…”I murmured. "How can this be wrong, Manuel? I'm your wife! Couples have sex anytime they want it...why are you depriving me of this? Before you had amnesia, you desperately wanted a child from me and we should start working on that now!"

Didn't want me. He wanted her. All these years, it was still her. It was my delusion to think I married a man who married me. That love would grow... that we were doing great already with each other, whereas that wedding night he gave me a marriage contract to sign should've told me everything! "That should've told me." One year of dating, three years of marriage, and I couldn't get a proper kiss. Couldn't consummate our union. But his ex shows up just a night ago, he's insulted my entirety, and now ran off to go have sex with her!

“This is typical behavior. Men react strongly when they think something they own is being taken from them. But now he knows you are not a piece of property.” In that moment, Hailey felt something between fear and determination. She knew this was a risk—her life had been built around reaching for more than what was handed to her. “You are right. Marriage isn't about ownership, it’s about… It’s about loving freely.” Jake nodded in agreement as they looked one another in the eyes. The night wore on, each slamming door echoing through the silence that followed. Hours felt like years, Rome’s ranting continuing unabated. "If I can't sleep! No one is going to sleep!"

I asked, and he let out a loud laugh. "And you still need to ask?" He looked at me with raised eyebrows. "Rick, marriage is a sensitive subject for women, always has been and always will be. They all dream about the big day. It's instilled in their imagination from the time they're little girls, and society pressures them to get married. Besides, marriage is a rite of passage that marks the beginning of a new family." "But Alan, Ana is a modern woman. These days it's normal for couples to live together without getting married," I argued, and he shook his head. Apparently, I had some things to learn.

"Finally..." Alpha gazed towards me for a moment then gave me a slight nod before he continued. "Marriage isn't just about two people honoring the bond they share. It is about your souls recognizing its other half. Without love, trust, and respect, marriage will never last. Roam, Jemimah, you still have a long way to go, but I hope you treat each other your home. Let your love bloom each passing day, and no matter how hard things may become, never ever let go of your other half's hand."

“Who knows at present if they’ll be happy in the future? Love and marriage aren’t the same. Things can be super sweet while dating, but after marriage, everything returns to reality. Every single flaw a person deliberately hides while dating will be exposed without fail. A marriage will only last if they can tolerate each other to the end. “Mr. Bucham, you can’t cook, can you?” Josh replied honestly, “I’ve tried, but it wasn’t good. I could probably make something edible at best. Jasmine, is your standard for a husband someone who has to be great at cooking and housework?” He no longer called her “Ms. Sox”. He felt that after knowing each other for so long, continuing to address her that way

“Divorces are not as simple and straightforward as they are in the movies. It takes time to break a marriage the right way. I think this should be easier since there are no children and both of them have been living apart for quite some time now. But there’s still the issue of assets.” Now that there was an explanation, Mara’s anger dropped and she shrugged. She didn’t know anything about the law or about divorces or anything like that. She was a naïve young woman who was madly in love with a legally married man who was once her CEO. The only thing she wanted was a chance to spend the rest of her life with this man and she would do anything to get that chance. “We’ll wait it out then,” she m

"I'm so excited! You're my first! Do you want a picture? I can absolutely take one of my gorgeous grooms. I see you've got everything filled out completely. I love when people fill everything out before getting to me. Makes everything go smoother." Tom allowed himself to be nudged to the side by John in order for the worker to hold up an electronic device to make a potential visual record of their license? They were legal to what? 'Marriage' was a foreign word to Tom. He couldn't find a way to put it into context without more information. "This is the greatest! Did you know they were registering today? You're the only marriage we've had today on New American Day. That's special! Who proposed

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.