Cast Emergency Couple Novels & Stories

Notifications flooded the screen so fast the numbers blurred. I opened the top one. It was a video. It showed me head down, my earbuds plugged in as I walked fast across the quad. Jace and his group were around the corner. My shoulder slammed into his chest then I stumbled, his hand instantly reached out and caught my arm to steady me. Someone had slowed that part down; made it look deliberate and intimate. The caption read: “Hockey captain meets his mystery girl #CollisionCouple” Comments poured in underneath.

Fortunately, Conrad had a few small businesses that could support the two of us. Later, we decided to return to the racing world. Soon after, the racing world saw a pair of “husband and wife terrors.” In any competition, the championship was always taken by these two. Good news also followed; I was pregnant. Seeing Conrad's stunned expression, I couldn't help but laugh. It turns out that being truly loved does bring life and vitality.

I tap the back of my palm to check her temperature. "What are you doing?" She asked. I knit my eyebrows frowning at her outbursts. "I'm checking if you are totally fine! You have a fever in two days!" I beamed. She didn't respond and back to the magazine she is reading just when my eyes landed on the headlines. Smith Corp and Felicity Company merged after the successful wedding of their children. Newlywed Jonathan Smith and Gertrude Cushe have seen intimately eating breakfast at Magnus Hotel. Match heaven lovely couple.

The hidden camera had begun livestreaming, and comments were already rolling in. "So, this is the man who became paralyzed after trying to save his girlfriend during the earthquake!" "He loves so purely and is so handsome. This is who we should be watching!" "But his wife seems so strange, doesn't she? Why does it feel like she doesn't want to get close to him?" As Victor gently stroked my hair, I forced myself to stay calm. However, I trembled at every touch, especially when I saw the pair of legs under the blanket. I averted my gaze. Just a few days ago, he had used that very leg to kick and crack my ribs.

Not because he actually cared about Josephine's life, but because the scene reminded him of his own destroyed home and the absolute tragedy his life had become ever since Megan's husband showed up. The firefighters blasted the house with water hoses, slowly dousing the flames. Ruan felt the first rays of sunlight burn his skin; how had things reached this breaking point? “Ruan,” a heavy hand clapped down hard on his shoulder, making him jump. Ruan whipped around to look at the man, blood boiling in his veins. “The paramedics took Megan to the hospital; she isn't injured. She claims a man named Osvaldo started the fire.” “Osvaldo” Ruan knitted his brows, confused. “She told me her husband was

"Brutal as hell but smart." Damien pulled out his phone and started scrolling. His face went white. "What?" Celeste asked. He showed her the screen. Articles popping up everywhere. Obituaries. Tributes. Their photos are all over. The bottom of one article had a quote from some "family spokesperson." *"This tragedy could have been prevented. The couple had been receiving threats for weeks but refused adequate security. Their carelessness cost them everything."* "They're making us look like idiots," Celeste whispered. "Like we had this coming."

When my husband from the arranged marriage lost his memory, I couldn't resist messing with him. “Adrian. Say 'Boss.'“ The man in the hospital bed hugged his pillow and looked up at me like a good little boy. “Boss.” I nodded, satisfied. Perfect. A whole year of marriage, and he never once called me his wife. One car crash, and he'd been demoted to calling me Boss. Adrian and I had an arranged marriage. I did it for my family's dying factory. After the wedding he was colder than the fridge. We slept in separate rooms. He wouldn't eat my cooking and wouldn't take my calls. He even saved my number in his phone as “the Bell girl.” I lived in the Crane house more carefully than the hired

But suddenly, Catherine grabbed her hair too, making her scream in pain. “Shit!” Wulfric cursed under his breath, pulling Catherine’s hand off her. Anderson jumped back into the fight, going straight for the father of her twins. And all hell broke loose. Screams and curses filled the banquet hall as chaos broke out until a bunch of huge guys burst in from outside. “Let me go! I’m gonna make that bitch bald!” Dory screamed while trying to free herself from security. “Momma, you’re bleeding,” Lottie cried. Clung tightly to her twin. “Daddy! Daddy!”

The caption read: “In response to recent online rumors, our CEO Mr. Carter has something to say: ‘My wife is Aurora Walton. Rumormongers, show some respect.’ @Frost&ClearStudio @AuroraWalton.” A simple caption, paired with a stunning photo, instantly ignited a wave of excitement across the internet. Within ten minutes, the post had already received over a million likes and tens of millions of shares. Its reach was nothing short of explosive. Even people who rarely went online started searching for Lucas and Aurora. Their matching wedding bands sparkled brilliantly under the sunlight. Countless fans flooded the comments with heartfelt congratulations and plenty of envy too. Aurora soon got wi

The following day. The photos were published across major news outlets. Zach and Julie stood side by side. The rose tattoo on her left ring finger was clearly visible. From a distance, they looked like a newly married couple who had just completed their ceremony. In an instant, congratulations flooded in from everywhere. My mother was the only one who called me and asked, “Wasn’t that supposed to be a couple’s tattoo? Why does the person in the photo not look like you?” I had no answer.