Arranged Marriage Comic Novels & Stories

The music, the crowd, the bar, all of it faded into a low hum in the background. I hadn’t expected this. What were the odds? “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath. Escola let out a dry laugh. “Welcome to the world’s worst arranged marriage setup.” And I couldn’t help but agree.

I weakly smiled, and she ruffled my hair. " Just two days more." She kissed me and I closed my eyes. " You are happy right?" She questioned, pressing my head. I evilly smiled. " Nah, kahun toh?" " Toh, I'd slap you." She chortled. Arranged marriages were crazy. You were just supposed to be happy about it no matter you knew nothing about your life partner or what you were leading to. " How is Aira?" She murmured on a serious note.

, I tried to assure her; more like telling her to get the hell out, I've heard enough. " Sir, it's easier said than done. You have to do it", she said, unable to read the air in the room and if I wasn't such a patient human being, she would've joined her friend in doing those menial jobs without my company having to fall apart or go bankrupt. " Look sir, it is very easy. You just have to let the yang energy take over you so that you can connect with the yin and have a wonderful love life with your husband; now that I think about it, my husband's last name is Yang", she laughed hysterically, sounding so much like those background laughter in comedy series - and hei, I just noticed too; her hu

I waited, letting her continue. "Your father and I... our marriage was never what you thought it was. It was an arrangement, nothing more. He was never attracted to me—not the way a husband should be to his wife. I was just there, someone to keep up appearances, to bear his children and play the dutiful spouse. But it was never enough for him." Her voice wavered slightly, but she quickly steadied it. "Then Alma came along." My stomach tightened at the mention of Dominic's sister.

"Guys, listen. First if all, I'm not doing it against my will. I do want to help and if I won't help them, I'd regret it my whole life and be sad about it. Now, you guys don't want that, right? I asked in hopes they'll understand me. They nodded their heads unsurely. "Great! Also, it's just an arranged marriage. People do it all the time. It's no different." I tried to assure them. "But because they are stupid, you are not stupid. You won't do arrange marriage"

She sprinted back over to the couch and cracked open the pretzels. “Eleanor Harris, are you shitting me?” she said, half joking, half serious. I shrugged, reaching for the pretzels. “I wish I was.” “To who?” Sydney asked, completely focused on me now. “You’re not even dating anyone!” “I haven’t met him yet,” I admitted. “It’s an arranged marriage.” Sydney was speechless. I knew all too well what she was feeling because I was feeling those exact emotions when my father broke the news to me.

He did not look up from the papers on his desk. “There’s a marriage being arranged,” he said quietly. “I am finalizing it tonight.” My feet froze. My breath caught. “With who?” I asked, my voice barely audible. He looked up slowly, his dark eyes locking with mine for the first time in weeks. There was no warmth in them. “Alpha Prince Rowan Sterling. The comatose heir of the Sterling Pack. Apparently, they need a bride. So I volunteered you.” I blinked. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not—you wouldn’t—”

He muttered. She turned to him. "This is an arranged marriage which might end anytime. So you shouldn't know who I am." She corrected him. He chuckled. "What does she have in mind saying that the marriage will come to an end anytime?" He scoffed. "You're Anastasia Grande, the lady who went viral on the net because of an incident. The lady on towel who ended up as my arranged wife today. And the woman who got the pussy that I'm gonna fuck here right away…"

The only thing that they were guilty of was letting Arianna in to do whatever she wanted to Jared and left him to marry some wealthy old lord at the end of the day. “Look at us. Waiting for trays to take to our wives and talking about our feelings like we are at our parents age or something. Ken you have to stop doing this to me. I might be married but I am not old yet.” Jared clapped Ken’s shoulder as he took hold of the first try that the head cook returned with. “I will take this to my wife, you can take the next one to yours. We would be out of our rooms in time to see you off.” Jared said as Ken sighed.

Most of my cousins were either married or engaged at my age. I was an exception only because my parents were dead, so there was no one who could arrange my marriage other than Damon. Who had other important things to work on at that time, rather than looking for a guy to marry me, which gave me a little extra time than other women. But it came to an end when a war broke out between Cosa Nostra and the American mafia which made Cosa Nostra seek out Bratava for help and which eventually led to me marrying Alex, which scared me.