Can You Legally Marry A Fictional Character Novels & Stories

They both fell silent, staring at the stars. “Some days, the moon rises late,” Natalie said after a pause. “Other days, it rises early. But if you rise too early, the sun will steal your spotlight. Don’t rush it.” Bethany raised a brow. “That’s… oddly poetic for you.” Natalie shrugged. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.” A question had been nagging at Bethany, and she finally voiced it. “Is it possible—legally—to forge someone’s signature for marriage without their consent?”

" Wow, this is very something. To think that I would stand as Rafaella and replicate her calligraphy. "As I've already mentioned, Edith shouldn't be concerned. Just stick to the terms of the agreement, keep what happened private, leave it here indefinitely, and treat it as though we weren't present." She joked, "I swear to God and wish to die, my darling boss. But, sir, does this indicate that you're now a married man? You and Rafaella are legally married, even though it was performed through a proxy. This kind of marriage was permitted in the early years of humanity's history, during the war."

“What do you mean? What if he says something to someone else?” “Something like what? Hazel, this isn’t a game. It’s not a farce, we’re legally married, and I have the marriage certificate to prove that.” I fell back into my seat, the truth slapping me across the cheek with an insane amount of force. Christian was right. We were legally married, and no matter how much it didn’t make sense, it was true. Christian continued, “and even if he decides to run his mouth about something that he clearly knows nothing about, he wouldn’t have any evidence to back him up. He’d only be making a fool of himself.”

"So this is your idea of locking me up?" Virgil lifted a brow. "What did you think I meant? Honey, we live under the rule of law now." His tone stayed light, but the certainty never wavered. "The best way to keep you locked down is to use a legal marriage to lower the odds of you committing bigamy. In Imperius or abroad, you can only be my wife." I lowered my head and looked at the marriage certificate in my hands. Warmth swelled in my chest until it almost felt too full.

"But the section for 'Father' is... complicated." "It isn't complicated," I say. "She has three." Moretti winces. He looks around the office as if expecting the Pope to jump out and excommunicate him. "The law, Donna... the law does not recognize a committee," he whispers. "It recognizes a spouse. A husband. Without a legal marriage certificate, Maria is technically... illegitimate in the eyes of the state." I lean back in my chair. Illegitimate. The word tastes like ash. It brings back the memory of the rain, of the debt, of being nothing.

"I wonder what that crazy woman is up to. In a few days I'll be back and things will fall into place." "Was that it?" "No, I want you to prepare a document for me. Two, actually. I want a reliability contract and a marriage contract." "I got the second one right." "Is there a clause that prevents me from marrying a foreign woman? Or that I marry without being Kudsi? Or anything else that prevents my marrying a woman who is not the one my father chose?" "You have some things that would not let you, however, marriage is valid in any country. Once you are married, you will be married. There is nothing that talks about the nationality of the bride, if your plan is to show up here already married

“But I know you, P. You don’t want it to be fake. In your romantic and sweet brain and heart, you’re hoping and praying he’s done something behind the scenes to make it real.” She looked away sheepishly, “he’s a French national, did you know? We could legally get married.” “P,” her father groaned. “Stop, honey. Just don’t. I’ll talk to him.” “No!” she stopped her father. “You can’t stop him. I have to do this. I have to make it right. This is all my own doing, and I need to be the one to fix it. If he says this is how we fix it, then so be it.”

So I pressed my forehead against his, sucked in a deep breath that completely had his scent then began to speak. “You and I are a team. We agreed to be one. To be there for each other. To help each other. And that is what I'd do. Marriage was never part of my life goals, just like being in a relationship. But like we are fake dating, we can simply fake marry…” “We can't fake a mating ceremony, Arwa.” “But it doesn't have to be real for me. I can do it, and when you find my family, I leave. Isn't that fake?”

he said, and I frowned at him because I wanted to marry both of them. "You are still ours, but you can only legally marry one of us on earth because of the laws. You are already our wife, according to dragon laws. Our mark is our marriage, but we want you to be ours and have rights to all we have here on earth. That is why I am marrying you in a small ceremony before we leave for Reghan." He completed, and I frowned at him. I knew something was wrong. "Why can't we go to your world together?" I asked him, not wanting to be left alone.

I remembered our promises - whispered dreams of forever, promises to never let go, to face everything side by side. They echoed in my mind. “What do you think about us getting married?” Charlie whispered out of the blue, his voice calm and serious. “Us… Getting married?” I clarified with an undeniable excitement in my voice. “You mean, you and me? Could that even be possible?” Charlie nodded as he caressed my hairy chest. “Of course, it is possible, you idiot!” He insisted as he kissed my forehead. “I mean, same sex marriage was already legally allowed in our country. In fact, some of my friends have already benefited from this law. They took advantage of it and tied the knot.”