Book Wedding Proposal Novels & Stories

“You supported me even though it meant I’d barely be around. You came to every home game and watched every away game on TV even when you were drowning in deadlines. You’ve been my biggest fan and my best friend and the love of my life, and I don’t want to do any of this without you.” He dropped to one knee while still holding the volleyball, and the crowd started screaming. “This is a volleyball,” Luca said, holding it up. “Which is a really weird thing to use during a proposal, but volleyball is what brought us together when you were team manager and I was trying way too hard to get you to notice me.” I laughed despite the tears that were now definitely running down my face. “And volleyball

The same path Alexander had proposed on, twelve years earlier. "Remember this spot?" he asked, stopping at a particular bench. "How could I forget? You got down on one knee. Right there. I thought you were having a heart attack." "I was nervous!" "You? Nervous? The billionaire CEO?" "Proposing to you? Absolutely terrified. What if you said no?" "Why would I say no? I was already pregnant with your baby. Living in your home. Completely in love with you." "But you could have said no. Kept it casual. Co-parented without marriage."

After I touched the sky in his arms, he stroked my head and sweetly pampered me. "My love, we have to set a date for the wedding," he blurted out, the proposal was one thing and the fact was quite another. "Well, that makes me nervous because I don't want to get married in this wheelchair," Jacob was silent for a moment, as he caressed me.

"I'm done waiting." "On what?" I was breathless, my heart racing, my knees shaking slightly. Was he really proposing? Surely not. "On the right to call you my bride." He pulled out a small box and lifted it toward me. "I love you with the depths of my heart, baby. I'll spend forever proving how much you mean to me if you'll just give me the chance. There's no mountain I won't climb, no obstacle I won't beat, no rule I won't break to have you beside me as my wife. Tell me you'll say yes and be my girl forever."

The arrangement is so elegant that something constricts painfully in my chest. When we get to the bedroom and the final design comes into view, my feet grind to a halt. This is a proposal. The words “Marry Me” are written in designs of red and pink petals. Different varieties of a refusal start to dance around in my skull. This is so out of my field of thought that it makes me cringe. I need money for Nonna Matilda’s insulin doses and medical bills, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to marry some stranger. Or is this some kind of kink? What kind of proposal role-play is this?

“Second, you need to tell your family. At least Sarah. This is her wedding weekend, you need to make sure she’s okay with you proposing during her celebration.” “I already talked to Sarah. She’s thrilled. Said something about it being romantic and making her wedding weekend even more special.” I smile. “My whole family knows, actually. I needed their opinion on the ring.” “Smart. Very smart.” Clara makes a note. “Third, and this is important, you need to practice what you’re going to say. Don’t wing it. Serena deserves a real, thought-out proposal speech.” “I’ve been working on it for months.” “Of course you have. You’re disgustingly perfect.” She grins. “Okay, fourth. You need a photographe

Darla announced, grabbing our attention again. "What’s your dream proposal?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. I raised my brows, caught a little off guard. Maybe it surprised me because lately, my whole world seemed to be spinning around the idea of marriage. "Trisi," Darla called, grinning as she pointed at her. Trisi let out a long sigh and stared off into the distance, clearly deep in thought. "I think it would be a beach proposal," Trisi began, her eyes lighting up. "With loads of beautiful balloons, a red carpet, and a big, lovely sign asking, 'Will you marry me.'"

I acted that way because I thought he sent people to come and get me. Alex came out of the SUV with so much aura that kept me on my toes. “You left your ring on the table, and you were nowhere to be found. I had to track you…” he softly said, as he moved towards me. “Oh, I was…” I wanted to explain myself on the spot, but I was dazzled at the sight I had. “It's our wedding today, and Bella, I am asking you again to spend your life with me. Will you marry me?” He knelt down and proposed.

"What?— No." He nodded once, as though confirming something. Then he folded his hands on the desk. "I have a proposal for you." A strange feeling settled in my stomach as I stared at him. "What kind of proposal?" His eyes locked onto mine, and the next words nearly stopped my heart. "Would you be willing to be my wife for one year?”

“I’m not letting you catch a cold while you spiral, baby. My answer is yes. Please get off the floor.” Oh god. What did I ever do to deserve such a man? A man like Asher. A man that is Asher– Wait. Did he just say yes? He’d marry me? The beach wedding.. “It has to be a beach wedding in matching Tux, I get to pick out the tux.” I say, still not moving from the floor. “Carson, I don’t think that’s how proposals work.” Eva says from somewhere behind me. I turn to find all of them standing there, all of them. Fiona has tears in her eyes, Tim is recording on his phone.