Can You Marry An Object Novels & Stories

Technically, yes but I can’t marry Oliver because same-sex is still not legalized in this country. I want to experience walking in the aisle and looking at him waiting at the end of the altar. But wait me walking at the isle? So I am the bride here. Well yes because comparing Oliver’s built to mine really has a big difference. And the way he is taking care of me is giving the vibes of a husband also he is too tall. He cannot be in the bride’s point of view obviously. “So tired” I muttered. I clean the mess in the table and proceed to my bedroom.

Article 1: The marriage shall last 365 days. Article 2: No physical intimacy without mutual consent (though public displays of affection are mandatory). Article 3: No emotional attachment. Article 4: Under no circumstances shall a pregnancy occur. I paused at Article 4. My heart gave a strange little tug. "No pregnancy?" "I am under pressure from my board and my mother to produce an heir and settle down," Adrian said, standing up. He walked to the window, his back to me. He was tall, his tailored suit fitting his broad shoulders perfectly. "The marriage satisfies the 'settling down' requirement. But I have no intention of bringing a child into a world of business deals and fake smiles. This

"In your marriage, was there consummation?" Ardonis cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. "Yes." "Hum," she murmured, exchanging a glance with the figure beside her. She looked back at me, her expression unreadable. "Well, we have gone through the divorce petition, and I'm afraid it's not looking so good." My stomach dropped. "Why? Why is it not looking good?" The elder sighed, as if explaining something to a child. "Because it is not left for us to end a union. Once the blood bind is sealed, it is beyond our jurisdiction to sever. It is a spiritual tether, not merely a legal contract."

“ofcourse, I always get what I want” Magnifico. **************** *********** ****** I walked back to my room, my mind racing; it was always at work. The contracts would be signed in court, the marriage would be announced in 2 weeks time, and once it's all signed, there was no going back. Is it true that there's no possibility of marrying for happiness? if the universe has anything against this marriage it should speak up now. Please. I laid on my bed, tomorrow was going to be a date with Roseline.

The tie clip inside was still delicate, and the card read: Safety, health, and mutual trust are the best marriage. After reading it, Shen Zeyan gently hugged me. Instead of an expensive gift, he took out a family agreement we wrote together: Communicate frankly immediately when encountering any problem, without hiding or bearing it alone; Trust each other firmly and not be influenced by external rumors or malicious videos;

"Once we're married, he'll never have another chance to harass you like this." I nodded and leaned against Matteo's shoulder. I knew I needed to marry Matteo as soon as possible and cut off Enrico's delusions completely.

Anyway, as the moonlight fades and the stars twinkle above, I want to express my heartfelt thanks again to each and every one of you. “I Married My EX”—a story filled with love, revenge, and mystical lupine magic—has now reached its final chapter. Drew and Jette’s journey unfolded through moonlit forests, ancient grudges, and surprising twists. Your unwavering support, your laughter shared in secret, and your whispered encouragement fueled my imagination.

Felix said and a wide smile formed on my lips. “You will marry me?” I asked. He nodded. “Hmm. What? You don’t want to marry me?” “Of course, I want to marry you!” I said and hugged him more. “Good. I can’t wait for that day to come.” We stared at each other and I smiled. But that day won’t come anymore. If he didn’t cheat, that day we’ve always looking for might come soon but it won’t. It won’t happen.

I raised a brow at this, "a marriage contract." "What?" "Look, my grandfather wants you to get married to me, it would take down the scandals and everything else. Now, I don't want to get married to you so the contract states that the marriage would last for 3 years and we would get a divorce-" I interrupted. "Wait, you can't expect me to just get married to you, I just met you and I want no business with you." "Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking. Trust me, I feel the same way but when dealing with someone like my grandfather you've not got a choice, it's either this or you deal with the press."