Betrothed Novels & Stories

Any cute guys? Bella: Ronnie, you know I am betrothed to that guy. I look down. “ Betrothed?” Veronica: B-But you’re so young. To get married at your age…it’s weird. Bella: It’s not as if I have a choice. It’s to keep peace among the families blah blah blah Veronica: Is he good looking? Bella: Well, it’s really weird. Veronica: Weird? Like how? Is he…ugly?

Her eyes darkened as she looked at Aurelian. “You dare to mate with this wolf after leaving you betrothed behind?” she snapped. Wait, hold up, betrothed? “Betrothed?” Maven asked. “Betrothed?” Aurelian said it like he was trying to remember. He looked at her, confused, then when the realization came in, he chuckled. “Jane,” he said, then he breathed out.

the man said sternly and faced the air staring at nothing in particular. I was a bit confused by what he said; what did he mean by me being betrothed to the man inside who happened to be the ruthless and cruel sex addict king we always heard about, when and how did this happen, and how will such thing happen without my parents informing me? Was all this happening because of the piece of land? Why don't they give me time to work hard and pay them… What the hell am I saying? Where can I get the kind of job that will give me enough money to pay for the land?

" Betrothed? I don't understand, dad. What are you talking about? I mean who is betrothed to Alpha Kurt? what Alpha Kurt?" " Olivia." He called and ran his hand through his hair. " I know you must be frightened, but you need to understand this. He is your mate, the both of you are blessed to be together by the moon goddess." " Alpha Kurt?" I recited. " yes, Alpha Kurt. Kurt Cobain." A brief silence stepped in as I stared at him, stunned. This is a dream.

The Proposal Year of the Roses Floral Season The Orchard Altsas Kyan WHAT IS A MAN SUPPOSED TO DO to please his betrothed? One he barely knows in fact. I pace impatiently as the maid cuts at the yellow and red aromatic flowers to form a huge bouquet. I don't know why but I have this urge to impress her somehow. This betrothal is neither her or my choice. I am a victim as much as she is but I want to make it up to her. I was really nervous about giving her the bracelet, I hope she likes it.

He started, looking down as if he was too embarrassed to face me, I looked at where he was drilling holes into with his orbs to see if there was something important there, but to my disappointment I found nothing. “According to my father, the betrothment was made to make peace between the two Mafias and the whole Mafia and fortune was gifted to you because you are supposedly the only child, but rumours are going around about you having brothers, but we couldn’t get the opportunity to ask anyone.” He furthered, my brain spun while I blanked out, trying to comprehend what Hunter was spewing.

I say, moving close to his desk and trying not to show how I’m trying to make out the pack seal on the envelope. He sighs deeply, gesturing to the leather seat opposite him. “Sit down, Aella.” Confused but obedient, I sank into the leather chair across from him. I haven’t seen him look so lost in a long time and he takes another moment before he speaks. “Aella, you are to be betrothed to Alpha Roman of the Black Veil Bratstvo,” he says, the weight of his words falling like a sledgehammer.

Not once. "I tried to argue my way out of it only to be slapped in the face with another piece of interesting news that was shared so kindly with me. Apparently, I'd been betrothed since I was born yet I was only informed about it yesterday," Eleonora let out. "What?" Josephine finally spoke up with shock and she nodded to confirm it.

"This is a VVIP suite, don't ever barge here or else you will be held responsible for having an ulterior motive." The lady nodded and she scurried out of the suite, Viola was full of smiles now. "Hi Ms. Viola, I'm Tristan, Mr. Latino's personal Assistant" He mutters and Viola lets out a sigh of relief sigh, at least the guy is not Mr. Latino himself. "I'm here to see Mr. Latino and not you" Viola mutters and Tristan is taken aback but he maintains his smile. "Mr. Latino is very busy… so he might be late, I'm here to keep your company till he comes" Tristan replied and Viola snorted secretly and Mary sighs.

I feel like I don't even know who the father of my wife really is and I am desperate to know the kind of relationship or history he has with my father. My father can't just take interest in just any stranger when it is obvious the poor man is in trouble, without having an ulterior motive. Additionally, Valerie and I were betrothed, and that gives it all away. They knew each other for a long time. Valerie and I were betrothed to each other when we were very much younger to know what it actually means to be betrothed. I am also curious to know how this happened and I guess knowing about this will al