Cast Emergency Couple Novels & Stories

"He’s the one I just married." Silence. Then— "WHAT?!" Both girls screamed, Grace nearly choking on her water, while Genny clutched her chest like she was about to have a heart attack. "You—" Grace pointed at me, eyes impossibly wide. "You fucking married Kurtis Otias?!" I nodded repeatedly, my brain still struggling to comprehend it myself. "Why?!" Genny demanded. I blinked, forcing out a weak smile. "Uh… surprise?" Grace grabbed her head. "Oh, no. No, no, no. Do you even know what you just did?!"

The shot hit the target and finally, the helicopter threw a bomb from the undead's direction. Duarrr! Criss walked up to Riski, he held Riski's head and found Riski had died. "Nope!" Criss shouted with a huge fire burning behind him. *flash disk on* "Honey, today I am very happy with you, because we are legally husband and wife," said Sarah looking at the face of her husband who was dressed in a white coat. "Yes honey, I'm also happy and I'm very grateful to have got a beautiful woman like you," Kenzo replied looking lovingly at Sarah who was wearing a wedding dress that matched the color of her dress.

Wondering where he had gone, she approached the receptionist to ask for directions to room number four, her expression a mix of curiosity and excitement. Approaching the door with a mixture of excitement and nerves, Cassie's heart raced with anticipation for the surprise that awaited her. With trembling hands, she knocked twice, but there was no response. As she slowly pushed the door open, her heart sank at the sight before her. Shock flooded her expression as she stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes widening in disbelief. There, lying on the bed, was her husband, Anderson, half-dressed and in the company of Sarah. Cassie was speechless, her mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions, her

Chester and his men are on the prowl as well but I’m not very hopeful, whoever this Casper guy is, he is very dangerous and slippery. “Okay doc, right behind you,” I said and kissed Chris on his cheek before leaving behind the doctor. As we pass through the reception hall, to the doctor's office, I see the huge presence of the press outside, everyone waiting to hear the outcome of the accident. The security and police were doing a great job of keeping them at bay outside but as soon as they saw me, a flurry of questions started flying at me. “What is the latest update on your husband Mrs Bale?” “What caused the accident?”

The once-familiar sinking in my chest — the warning of a war about to erupt. And then— DING. DING. DING. The news alert blared louder, and the headline flashed across the screen: “CASSIAN HALE RUSHES FIANCÉE TO HOSPITAL — POSSIBLE MISCARRIAGE.” My jaw tightened instantly. A picture of Cassian at the hospital entrance filled the screen — hair a mess, shirt stained with Scarlett’s “blood,” eyes wild with panic. Liana froze mid-spoonful. Elias squinted at the TV. “That’s the man who bumped into Mommy yesterday.”

He saw the truth in her eyes. The "Triangle" wasn't real. It was a ghost story told by strangers. "I love you," he whispered. "I know," she said. She kissed him. "Now," she said. "Let's go home. I think we have a wedding to plan. A real one. With no statues." "Sunday," he said. "Sunday," she agreed. They walked out of the restaurant. The cameras flashed. The Power Couple Storms Out! Trouble in Paradise? They didn't care.

And how could he ever say no? "It's alright," he assures, squeezing her fingers in return, though they're interrupted when, suddenly, Bryce breaks out into a fit of laughter. "Oh, my- would you look at that?" The man practically cackles, pointing at the couple who sits across from him. "This is something I never thought I'd see. Blaze Castelli married and in love?!" Blaze glares, unimpressed by his friend's outburst. "Are you through yet?" He asks, and Bryce shakes his head.

Two men who had shaped her life in profoundly different ways, both now depending on her decision. "No," she said firmly. "Justice doesn't come with an undo button. We finish this." Diego smiled, pride evident in his eyes despite his pain. "That's my wife." The endearment, casual but sincere, warmed Sarah unexpectedly. Whatever had started as an accidental marriage in Vegas had evolved into something neither of them had anticipated—a partnership forged in danger, strengthened by shared purpose. As they approached the safe house where they would make their stand, Sarah realized that for better or worse, her fate was now irreversibly tied to the Castillo family.

"Then he picked wrong. I'm no wolf." My father's gaze didn't waver. "Then learn to become one." The wedding happened on a sweltering August afternoon in the Moretti estate chapel. Three hundred people. Six armed guards at every exit. Dante slid the ring onto my finger, leaned in, and murmured against my ear: "Try to run, I'll break your legs." I smiled for the cameras and whispered back: "Try to touch me, I'll cut off your hands." He laughed. The guests thought we were exchanging sweet nothings.

they both nodded. "Okay, Candice, is that true?" he asked. the couple was shocked and freaked out to see her that she was watching them. "No, it's not." Ivanna said. "What are you doing here?!" the woman asked, stood up. Ivanna smirked. "She's here because she's my wife." Ash said. The couple's faces weren't identified. The shockness to their faces went out, and Ivanna was laughing at their expression. they were late to process in their mind, what just ASh told them.