Book Wedding Proposal Novels & Stories

When we part, we're both breathless. "I want to marry you," he says suddenly. "Properly. Not just the bond. An actual ceremony. I want to stand in front of our friends and allies and declare to everyone that you're mine and I'm yours." My heart swells. "You're proposing?" "I'm absolutely proposing. Though I don't have a ring, or flowers, or any of the traditional—" I silence him with another kiss. "Yes. Obviously yes. I don't need rings or flowers. I just need you."

I manage. “Walk with me,” he says. He offers a hand. I take it. He leads me to the far edge of the balcony, away from the table, away from the room, to the spot where the stone curves out over the cliff, sea wind licking at our clothes. The world drops away below us. Just water and light and the distant sound of waves hitting rock. “You remember the first time I proposed to you?” he asks. My throat tightens. “In a hotel room,” I say. “Papers. Pens. No witnesses. No choice.”

I want something simple yet grand, something that she will never forget. "I don’t know when I’m going to propose yet, but I want it to be unforgettable, something that she'll cherish forever." Tony nods, agreeing with me. "I agree with you, Jordan. Have you thought about how and where you want to propose?" I take a sip of the wine before answering, "I haven’t really thought about that yet, and that’s why I’m here. I want it to be a meaningful and intimate moment, but also a bit grand. I was considering a beautiful destination, perhaps a romantic getaway. Somewhere, like a private beach or a charming European city, I was thinking Italy."

Adam knew he wanted to propose to Samantha for a long time, but he wanted to make it special. He planned a romantic evening at a fancy restaurant, with candles and rose petals scattered around the table. After dinner, he took Samantha to a rooftop overlooking the city, where he got down on one knee and pulled out a ring.

He chuckled softly and I raised my head to peer up at him in wonder. Is he crazy? “Is—is this—this a—pro—proposal?” I finally had the courage to string the words together. “I know I am not doing this right. I had thought this would be done over a candlelight dinner with soft music playing in the background in my favourite restaurant but why the hell not? My instinct is telling me to go for it now, so yes, this is a proposal yineka mou. I will make an official one later with me on one bended knee asking the question again.” He then winced slightly at this, as if he never thought a day would come that he would kneel for a girl. Poor Christos!

“Then we won’t need to sneak around.” “Is this a proposal?” I ask my hands on my hips, both excited and afraid of the answer. “Because if it is, that may be one of the worst proposals I’ve ever heard.” “I’m guessing you want something a bit more romantic,” he muses absentmindedly as he shuffles papers on his desk, pretending to be busy. “Dinner, dancing, a ring. Maybe a whirlwind trip to somewhere exotic or exciting.” “Well, I don’t know about all of that,” I sigh, shaking my head and letting my hands fall to my sides. “But even you have to admit this is a sad way to ask me.”

“I’ve already been holding back.” Adela: “…” There was no winning against this man. She spun around and stalked off toward the fruit aisle. While she picked out oranges, he casually asked, “Where do you want the wedding?” Adela froze mid-grab. “...What wedding?” Layson shrugged like it was obvious. “Ours. Or do you want to waddle down the aisle pregnant? We can do that, but I’ve heard it’s hard to fit the dress.” Adela stared at the oranges, completely silent. This man… skipped right over proposing?!

On the restaurant wall, bold letters were designed and written"Will you marry me?" My hands flew to my mouth, stifling a sob. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I pivoted toward George that instant. He knelt on one knee, his eyes shining with adoration. A gentle chuckle escaped his lips. "I haven't really done a proper proposal, Bambi." He opened the ring box, revealing a stunning diamond ring which I bet would cost thousands of dollars. My vision blurred as tears spilled down my cheeks. I felt my heart swell, overflowing with emotion.

I replied. "Yeah, and you fell in love when you were surrounded by danger. You were her hero in the darkest time of her life. Then she became pregnant.” “Okay….” This was getting weird. “But proposing because someone is pregnant is not sexy. It’s a decent thing to do, but it doesn’t show romance or love. So you need a better proposal story. And you need to be seen a lot. Like holding hands and kissing.” “Kissing?” I repeated. “Yup. And like romantic getaways. Or dates. Whatever. Just something that makes it look believable. And you should know stuff about her. Like what’s her birthday, her favorite movie, color, all that stuff.”

“Let’s.” He let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck with a crooked smile. “Okay… so when you finally master all those moves and become your own personal ninja, can I re-propose? Like properly this time. Maybe with rose petals and fireworks. I promise it won’t sound like something I just blurted out mid-heart attack.” I laughed. “As long as you still want to marry me, then yes… you can absolutely re-propose. I might even say yes with less sass.”