Can You Marry An Object Novels & Stories

When I take a characteristic object out of there, my confusion gets worse. "I know this is going to sound weird, and you're going to freak out, but I think it's going to be good for both of us." It doesn't have to be something traditional, we can even make a contract with advantages for both of us. Will you marry me, Nicole?"

‘Being your Luna…your partner. ‘My Wife,’ he fixes me with a look that makes my knees feel weak. Somehow the human iteration of being Mated feels kind of sweet. But you can divorce a wife, you can’t unmark your Mate. There’s no going back from that, not unless you break a mate bond. I don’t want to even think about that.

"Can we just coexist peacefully from now on? Stop pestering me about love. We're both parents now; we should focus on living harmoniously for the kids." I tried to pull him back from the edge, helping him see reality. The reality was I didn't love him, and I never would. He was just the father of my children to me. He averted his gaze, draining his glass of red wine in one gulp. "Teagan, do you really feel nothing for me?" His voice grew hoarse, tinged with emotion. "Teagan, but we're married! How can that work without love?" I felt tired; my temples began to throb again.

She wasn’t the girl who cried or begged or ran. She was fire in the shape of a woman. And she had just passed his test. “Fine. You win—I’ll help you. But let’s not rush into marriage just yet. We’ll start with a fake relationship. The terms and conditions of the contract will be mine to decide, and you’ll have no say in any of it. And remember—sleeping with me at least once a week won’t be optional. It’s a requirement. Do you still agree?” She nodded and just like that, their deal was no longer just a transaction. It had become something else. Something unholy. Something binding and whatever they were becoming, it wasn’t safe for either of them.

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

"How sad that you can't marry the love of your life." "How would you know anything about this?" Abigail snapped at him. "More than you might think, actually," Lyall said, sighing as he cupped his head in his hands. "Love is always tricky, but in our world, its impossible. A marriage is never for love. A marriage is a card you can play, it's an alliance, it's something that can save you from otherwise drowning." "I don't understand," Abigail frowned at him. "How is it like that, though?"

Because she didn't grasp the man's point of view. Arthur could have let her live blissfully with the baby in her womb if he had wanted to. But he went to such lengths to obtain her approval. "This contract marriage will do you no damage, Milly. It will benefit both you and your mum. You won't have to strain to pay for your mother's therapy. Your life is also protected. You can use my fortune to support yourself and your mother, but more importantly, my mother wants a grandchild, and it's in your womb. You should not be concerned; this marriage contract will not damage anyone. You are not required to fulfill the duties of a wife, and neither am I. Marriage binds us solely on paper. Marriage b

“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s the condition?” Ginger gives me a reassuring nod and I take a deep breath. “This marriage will only be on paper. You will not be allowed to kiss me, touch me, and most definitely no sex,” I tell him and take a sip of my lemonade. The corner of his mouth raises. “And why would I agree to that? The point of the marriage is that our Lycan genes will make a powerful baby,” He raises his eyebrow up and down as his brown eyes roam my body.

After all, she is my beloved; whether we shall perform such a ceremony, we shall still remain bound to each other for eternity. But with saying this, I do believe that she thinks that I am referring to that dreadful word, marriage. Of course, a Vampire does not get married; the mere thought of dressing up in a designer suit and watching her standing in front of me in some unsightly white frilly dress scares the living daylight out of me. No, a Vampire wedding is I only but a ceremony where one declares that you shall only stick with one person. Not that I do wish to have another woman, but there are just some things that a man needs assurance with.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.