Betrothal Sentence Novels & Stories

The word landed deliberately. “I’m your betrothed,” she added softly, as if reminding me of something I’d momentarily forgotten. “And I already told the maids to prepare something for us. They should be arriving at any moment. I know that you don’t like surprises, but you haven’t eaten, I asked them, and if I had asked you… you wouldn’t have told me that you didn’t eat.” I exhaled slowly, but Elara didn’t stand down from whatever she was proposing.

“Then don’t change the subject.” He threw down the papers. “I’ll get you a damn ring, alright?” “I want it now—not at the wedding.” Now he just looked perplexed. “For hating me so much, you seem to be in a hurry to marry me.” “It’s not that. I just want everyone to know I’m betrothed.” He raised an eyebrow. “Did someone bother you?” I didn’t want to talk about the creepy man who had made me feel uncomfortable in my own office. Hopefully, I’d never see him again. “A few men have taken an interest in me. If I were wearing a ring, that probably wouldn’t happen.”

"Perhaps you'd like to explain to your betrothed exactly what this is." The word landed exactly where she'd aimed it. Betrothed. A term the council had used so carefully for months, softly, tentatively, as if testing how the pack would receive it before making it official. She'd never once heard Kade use it himself, not once, not in any of the stilted, formal conversations they'd shared over the past year. But the wolves around her didn't know that. To them, hearing it spoken aloud made it sound like a fact.

"You could take me, or we wouldn't be mates... But if you don't want my dick inside of you, I would gladly eat you out again. It was sexy when you squirmed on my tongue. Sadly, you're fighting the mate bond today." "Because I don't want to marry a stranger!" I argue and curse myself for finding him charming. Those bedroom eyes are weakening my resolve, goddamn it! "I thought we agreed on me wooing you? We would date before we officially married. The contract will do for now. I'm happy being betrothed to you." "Date?!" I exclaim. "Where would we even go? It's not like I can bring a demon to a restaurant!" "We would obviously date in my world, silly. But I'm interested in going to a restaurant

Akata pushed her away. Merindale chuckled. “ Were you afraid because of this? Well, I have a plan. I can ask my father to make you my betrothed. There shouldn't be any problem after that's done. So… are you coming with me or not? ” she asked, extending her hand towards him. “ What's a betrothed? Is it like a medicine that cures illness? ” Merindale broke into laughter. “ You can say that. It's the only medicine for our disease at the moment. ”

“I kept dealing with Hunter because of the red mark on his forehead. I’ve been trying to be cautious so you wouldn’t worry. But one thing led to another... and as for Aland...” I trailed off, unsure of how to continue. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he said gently. “I’m not worried, Jonea. Because you’re my betrothed. And I know you’ll keep your promise.” His words hit me like a weight. My betrothed. It sounded like a shackle, tethering me in place and reminding me of the promise I’d made. The rest of the ride was silent, leaving me trapped in my own thoughts.

She looked at Angelica and gave her a really long look. “Well, she is in front of you, say what you want to say. Who knows? I might just get you married to him,” she said, and I looked at Angelica as she took a very deep breath, putting on a shaky smile. “Well, you created that rule, so it’s only fair I get married to him,” she said. Aunt hummed. “Why should I get you married to him?” she asked. “Because he is my betrothed,” she said, like she was stating the obvious.

A woman to my right whispered, “She’s fearless…” I turned back to Logan, my heart thundering. He was still watching me, eyes wide, as if seeing me for the first time. “I accept,” I said softly. He blinked. “What?” “I accept your courtship,” I said, louder now. “I accept it.” You could’ve heard a pin drop. “From this moment on,” I said, lifting my chin, “we’re not just dating. We’re betrothed.” Logan stared. His lips parted in shock.

she huffed and was glaring at him snaking his hand In her waist he led her to her room. "What are you doing Ben!" He opens the door and she unconsciously enters the room. "Am bethrothed to you, and you to me, so why is my fiancee scared" he teased. "Wait, what?" she wondered this betrothed of a thing she doesn't understand. "Silly girl, to us bethrothed is just like getting engaged then waiting for the final wedding." She was lost, thinking hard on what he said. 'engaged already?' "you are kidding me"

“Which meαns you guys hαd something!” “No! We didn’t hαve αnything‚ Annα.” “Then why did she cαll you bαbe?” My voice wαs shαrper now‚ the αnger mixing with the hurt. He loosened his hold on me‚ his voice lower when he finαlly spoke. “Becαuse… she’s my betrothed. She thinks we’re in α relαtionship‚ but I’ve told her countless times I’m not interested. I’ll mαke it cleαr to them todαy. I promise.”