Break Me Down Marry Me Novels & Stories

"Don't say no, no, no, no, no Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And we'll go, go, go, go, go If you're ready like I'm ready 'Cause it's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you, oh Just say I do Tell me right now, baby Tell me right now, baby, baby..." Deven knelt down on one knee and proposed to her using lyrics from Bruno Mars' Marry you. Nichole was speechless. He did all this just to ask her to be his wife? She couldn't ask for more, he was a handsome, rich, caring, loving, kind and selfless man and she couldn't love him any less.

“Here's what’s going to happen. I will break your bond but on one condition. If on the one year anniversary of your marriage, both of you have stayed unmated and unmarked by each other, I will initiate the ritual and break your bond.” “HOLD ON A SEC... I HAVE TO MARRY HIM?”

My thumb moved gently under her eye, wiping the wet away. She let me.For just a moment, she let me. "Then what is all this about?" she asked. Her voice broke on the last word. She pushed my hand away,not hard, just firm, and took a small breath. "You're about to get married, Mick." The word *married* hit differently when she said it. Not like a fact. Like a wound. Fresh tears slipped down her face. I couldn't watch it anymore.I pulled her into my arms. She didn't fight it. She pressed her face against my chest and her shoulders shook and the sound she made,that broken, painful sound,went through me like something I could not name.I held her tighter.

"It's just Kevin, and I fight a lot. I am scared that it will happen again. Except, we can't take breaks in a marriage. There are no breakups in a marriage. There's only divorce." "Or counseling," I said. "Rory..." "Listen, you fool. You both are the love of each other's lives. You have not been with anyone else ever since you met in college. Even on breaks, you both have stayed loyal to one another. You go into goth mode, and he goes fishing with his pops. That's your idea of a break. You can do that post-marriage as well. So stop thinking about unnecessary and look blissful and shy like a normal bride."

"Are you people deranged? What does any of this have to do with you?" I turned to the confused crowd. "I choose Raphael Roosevelt as my groom." The room erupted. Felix snapped. "Are you insane? He's dead! You'd marry a corpse to cover your family's debts?" I frowned at him. "Shouldn't you be thrilled? No one's forcing you anymore. Go home and play lovey-dovey with Winnie. Isn't that what you wanted?" Tears sprang to his eyes as he lunged and grabbed me. "I object! He's a heartless bastard who never cared about you. If he were alive, he'd never agree to this marriage. How could you pick him over me?"

"Will you marry me?" ……. THE END

Aching. He dragged a hand over his jaw. Exhaled roughly. “I’m not going to be the guy you use to get back at him. When that marriage is really done—come back. Then I’ll fuck you until you forget his name. Until you can’t walk straight. Until all you can say is mine.” Tears burned my eyes. Angry ones. the fact that he put the dot together already and figured out it’s my broken marriage that flushes me out this way I laughed once. Bitter. Broken.

June glanced at the man who spoke to him and his lips immediately curled into a smile, when his system notified the man as the male lead of the story– Noah Zhang. June would not study his face because of the flickering and dimmed lights of the bar. However, he would make out the hallow cheeks and chiseled jawline. Something about the way Noah's voice sounded made June believe that he has a goofy smile pasted on his face. "I just broke up!" June spoke loudly over the music. "That sucks man!" Noah slurred as he flung his arms around June. Noah continued, "And I am forced to marry a chick I never met."

"What is wrong? Talk to me." "I think we should have a break." "A Break?" He raises his eyebrows and scornfully repeats me. "We are married." "Married people can also have a break. Married people need space too. And don't worry, you won't find any difference, since I am never involved in your world as the son of the king of petroleum. You won't miss me anywhere since we haven't ever lived together. You won't even remember you are married since you never wear your wedding ring." I pointed my eyes to his bare left hand, keeping my stern face. "You will be fine."

“This is a 3-year deal. After that, we divorce. No strings, no scandal. You get your money, I get my peace.” She didn’t say a word. Just flipped through the file, her fingers trembling slightly. Fifteen minutes passed. Then she stood. Started walking toward the door. Panic shot through me. No. I wasn’t going to let this slip. Not after all the effort. Not someone so easy to control. I laughed, loudly, cruelly, enough to make her stop and turn. “You really think you’ve got options, Alessa?” I called out. “You think some wealthy, well-established man is going to marry you? You’re broke. Your mother’s sick. You need this more than I do.”