And I Wouldn't Marry Me Either Novels & Stories

I feel so troubled about marrying her, she wouldn't let me. "Do it in any possible way excluding violence." He glanced at me. "I will try but I won't promise." I proclaimed deadpan. There was only one thing I knew to make her marry me. 💙💙💙 Grazzi Vergiance! Vote and Comment! Suggest and Improve! -DarkVergent

"I'm not going shopping." "But you told us he wanted it done today." "Well, that's what he wants. Not what I want." I sighed, itching my brows. "Look, I don't want to marry this guy. I don't even want to get married now." "Um...sorry, did you just say you don't wanna marry him? You...want to say No to the Torturer?" "Please, he can go to hell for all I care. I'm not doing this with him."

''Feelings will come, my son. ''Like I said, I don't want to force myself and I don't want to marry. If only there's something that I can do, if only the agreement isn't important enough and if only I can cancel the whole thing, wouldn't that be an easier option?'' He says and I immediately make my way down the hall—not wanting to continue on listening.

Hurt that, to him, marriage would be a useful tool rather than a need to spend his life with me. “I’ll pass on your dutiful plan. Don’t do me any favours!” I snap under my breath, aching inside a little too much at something so dumb. It’s not that I ever thought about marriage, ever, or is even something I want, it’s just something like that should not be a second thought resolution to a problem like this. It should mean something. Alexi just sighs at me, sensing this is not the mood I need to be in to go down that route and carries on instead.

His eyes widened at the words I spurted out, failing to process everything he pressed his temples turning his back at me. “Mr. Eldorado, whatever we have,” I scratched my head, “this,” panting loudly, pointing us out, the inhuman things we feel around each other, “this is not going to work, you have a reason to marry me and so do I. So how about we stop meddling into each other’s business.” Finally exhaling the very much needed breath, I stalked my way and stood before him. “And your reason to marry me is?” His voice was low, to a shivering extent.

I know this is going to come back and bite me, but I don’t stop. “Dante and I don’t care about mates,” I add. “We love each other. We’re getting married, whether you exist or not.”

“I can't marry you.” “What?!”

I didn’t care. I am not getting married to a monster and that’s final…

"Sweetheart, I don’t do shit I don’t want to do." "So kidnapping me was one of the things you want to do?" I asked irritably, folding my arms over my chest. "Yes, it was. And you know why I did it. I was out of options." "I’m not going to agree to marry you." "I believe if we're having a wedding, it will get to a point where the priest would need you to say I do." "And I'm going to say I DON'T." Edoardo looked amused, moving closer to me.

Stone’s eyebrows lifted slightly, surprised at my easy admission. “I do need your son to survive,” I said, locking eyes with her without blinking. “And guess what? There is nothing you—or anyone—can do about it. I’m going to marry him.” I set the fork down with a quiet clink, leaned forward slightly, and smiled. “So, you have two options. Either you and I find a way to make it work… or you can go fuck yourself.”