Booktok Arranged Marriage Novels & Stories

“Could it be arranged marriage?” “Arranged marriage where the bride is ecstatic as that? The romance novels I read did not say that. They always say…” “That they hate the male lead and later fall in love?” Ash cut in and I scoffed. “You refused to read the one I gave you.” I said and she sighed. “Anyway, we finished it yesterday and it will be happening tomorrow. The marriage I mean.” I said and she nodded her head. As soon as I was done wearing my necklace, I turned around to look at Ash. “What are you planning to do?” I asked her.

I wasn't planning to accept the arranged marriage, but at least I want to know what I'm refusing about. The document binding my arranged marriage was much longer than I would have expected, it seems that my grandfather and my fiancé's grandfather thought of absolutely everything that could go wrong, and put many clauses about that in the document so that everything would go "right" or as best as could be defined as "right" in the end.

The friendly, bookish man who’d been so curious about the outside world had been intended as my husband? “That’s…” I didn’t know how to finish the sentence. “I know it’s a lot to process. But you have to understand, arranged marriages aren’t about romance in our world. They’re about creating the next generation of gifted children, ensuring the survival of our abilities.” I thought about Karl’s genuine smile, his curiosity about my life. Had he known? When we’d talked in the hallway, had he been thinking about what might have been? “Does he know?” I asked.

Why did you run away from a future that was so solid it could have been etched into your tombstone? Him. My father arranged my marriage before I was conceived. I'm pretty sure the moment they found out I was going to be a girl he already had potential suitors clamoring at the door. The problem wasn’t the arranged marriage, even though it was straight out of the 1800’s, barbaric andchauvinistic as fuck. No, the problem was the man they arranged for me to marry. A ‘man’ who had no issue “putting women in line”. He was fifteen years older than me and belonged to one of the most prestigious families in Boston, he also had a terrible temper and a drinking problem.

And still, she didn't back down, staring at me with such sensual malice. "Are you going to try to hold me hostage?" she taunted. "Keep me and shackle me to you until you can hand me over to a man who will rape and torture me?" Dammit. She had to word it like that. I didn't want to think about that part. It was simply the way things worked in this world. An arranged marriage was a common occurrence, and I wasn't the man to stand up and protest to the tradition of it. "I have my orders." And I will not fail this job.

“No, don’t call her. Please.” I knelt by his side and began massaging his feet, a wave of disgust rolling over me. “Rub my toes, servant,” he sneered. A cruel grin spread across his face as I complied. I felt powerless. He was my husband, after all, and the contract held me hostage. A dark, fleeting thought crossed my mind about how some people get away with murder, but I shook it away, horrified at myself. I felt pathetic. I’d read about arranged marriages in novels, but I never imagined I’d be the one living in a gilded cage.

"Your bride is not going to be me, that much is certain. I'm not here to get married; I'm here to apply for college and attend!" Davino gave a feeble head shake. "What do you think of the marriage contract we pledged in front of the priest? What a consensus!" She was even more taken aback. "You promised to marry me, live with me, have children, and remain my wife until my father consented to give me all of his possessions." "What! What sort of a contract is that?" She exhibited an odd expression because she was confused. "Such a bizarre agreement? I've never heard of it!"

I hadn’t realized I was shaking until he reached for my hands, gently squeezing them. “Look, I don’t know what picture you’re talking about. But whatever you saw, it’s not what it looked like—” “I saw it in the newspaper. Page six. I know exactly what I saw.” My voice cracked as I pulled my hands away. “You know, Nathaniel, when you told me you had a girlfriend, I never held it against you.” From the corner of my eye, I noticed Velma approaching, her expression curious, probably wondering what the fuss was about. “I tried so hard to be the understanding wife. Because after all, this is an arranged marriage, right? Temporary. No feelings involved. Nothing of that sort.”

Well my father is wealthy, actually my mother is also from a wealthy family, they had an arranged marriage maybe that's why she keeps pressuring me, I think to myself. "Please don't tell me you agree with her." I say. "I'm not exactly a romantic, so I don't think arranged marriages are so bad. Most marriages end in divorce because people choose wrong. They have no idea what to look for in a partner, what kind of relationship will last for fifty years. They think with their emotions rather than logic, so they marry for all the wrong reasons. By finding a suitable partner that checks off all the boxes, you eliminate all of that." Lucas explains.

Cute. "Sophia ." "Hmm" "I don't know how to say it , shit!" I took a deep breath before sitting up and continuing. "This marriage was fixed by our parents . I was literally forced in this marriage and I was not at all ready. I had lost my belief in love and more specifically women. When I heard that you have agreed to marry me without even properly knowing me , I thought you are one of those gold diggers who just want rich men as their husbands. But then I realised that you're far from my imagination and you're not concerned about money. I know I shouldn't have judged you without knowing why you had married me. " I looked down after this. I wanted her to say something.