Book Wedding Proposal Novels & Stories

Nicholas began to pour out his heart. “There's so much more I could do for you, and I promise to love you, time isn't enough to love so I'll love you like no one else could. I will love you till my very last breath, your pain mine and your sorrows will be all mine” he continued. “If he says only for the proposal, what about the wedding?” a random guest scoffed as she watched the screen. “Oh you're just jealous, no one proposed to you like that” another woman retorted.

Below that, in smaller writing: Confidential – Lochlan Eyes Only. ‘Dad—’ ¬¬‘Ten most romantic getaway destinations for couples.’ He flipped it open. ‘Cross-referenced with privacy ratings, because you’ll want somewhere the press can’t get to. Ten best proposal locations, ranked by ambience and surprise factor. And –’ he turned to a tabbed section near the back ‘– a curated shortlist of venues for a small, tasteful, non-circus wedding, which I know you’d prefer.’ ‘I’m not going to propose,’ I said. ‘Not yet. She’s asked me to give her time, and I intend to give her time.’

I sighed, wondering why I hadn’t thought about it before. The most straightforward and effective method in letting Susanna know how much I wanted to spend forever with her was through a proposal. And not just any kind of proposal, but one done through a flamboyant, elegant party thrown in her honour. One she would never forget and would probably tell our children if the goddess ever blessed us with any. The next day, I told her about my plans of throwing a party for her, but didn’t include a part of the proposal. “A party. Why?” She asked, puzzled.

Looking up at me, he popped the question. “Nyla, would you make me the happiest man alive and marry me? I know I haven't been the best person, but I want you, us to forget the past and to move on to a better and brighter future. This is me stepping up and being a man and doing the right thing. You’re having my baby; I want us to be a family, I want to come home to you every day. I know we still have a lot to learn about each other, but we can after we get married- that’s if you accept my proposal. So Nyla will you accept my hand in marriage?”

"If this wedding collapses publicly, the deal may collapse with it." She nodded slowly. "I understand." "But understanding isn't the same as agreeing." "No." "It isn't." Adrian looked directly into her eyes. "I have no intention of asking you to marry me today." Eva blinked. The tension in her shoulders eased. "Good." "But..." Her heart sank again. "I would like you to hear a proposal." "A proposal?" "A business proposal." Before she could ask another question, Adrian reached into his jacket and removed a simple black business card. He held it out to her.

“We’ve built something real. I want to give her what she should’ve had the first time. The proposal she deserves. A wedding that’s ours. Not rushed. Not because anyone told us to. Because I want forever with her—properly this time.” Ava’s sharp expression softened, just slightly. “You sound so sure.” “I am.” She let out a slow exhale, the corner of her mouth lifting. “Then let’s make it magical. I’m in.” Relief hit me harder than I expected. “Thank you. Seriously.” She smiled. “Don’t thank me yet. I’m going to make you spend more money than you’ve ever dreamed of on flowers alone.” “I’ll risk it.” I motioned toward the menu. “Order anything. It’s on me today.”

Jake exclaimed. "We are getting off topic. What was your question again?" I looked at him. "What is your dream proposal?" He asked seriously. "Cole on his bent knees asking me to marry him, all dressed up in his fancy suit with our closest friends and family as a witness. A set of musicians in the background playing a romantic song. The place is decorated with flowers and a banner maybe." I replied dreamingly. "Perfect. That's what we are doing. It will definitely work."

“What matters is the marriage itself, not all this romantic nonsense. You can skip the theatrics. The reporters already have what they need.” I gave them a faint smile. “I disagree,” I said slowly, my voice low. “A proposal isn’t just a box to tick. It’s a memory. Something a girl only gets once in her life. The first time should be unforgettable… magical.” I turned fully to her and softened my voice. “Right, Alora? Don’t you want something beautiful? A moment just for us… maybe rose petals, a sunset, maybe even music playing in the background? You in a pretty dress… and me down on one knee, holding out a ring just for you?”

"Then let’s take the next step." He dropped to one knee before her—not with a dramatic flourish, but calmly and earnestly. From his trouser pocket, he produced a simple yet beautiful ring set with a single diamond. "Lena Moreau," he said in a deep, steady voice. "I’ve proposed to you before. But today, I’m asking you again—properly. Will you be my wife? Will you live, laugh, argue, and love with me, and raise our child together? Will you stay by my side forever?"

Tears rolled down my cheeks. “Come on, make me happy. Don't embarrass me in front of all our friends. Accept my proposal. Candice, will you marry me? I will do anything you ask forever, I will get you everything you want and need, and I will be the most amazing husband, the most attentive, the most caring, everything. I promise to worship the ground you step on. Imagine accepting and I get to be your future husband. Think about it. Please, make me the happiest person in the world and say yes. Saying no would hurt my feelings, Candice.”