Delaware Marriage License Novels & Stories

I said. "Hello, Ma'am Calliana, this is Nurse Maria from Good Health Medical Hospital. Ma'am, I just want to inform you that Sir Arthur Madrigal met an accident in North EDSA and is now in critical condition in the operation's room," I frowned at what she said. "The doctors are operating on him and currently doing their best to save his life. We need Sir Arthur's guardian to come here, please," the nurse on the phone added. "Ahem!" I cleared my throat. "Do I need to get there today? I'm busy right now, can I just come tomorrow?" I coldly asked the nurse.

To him, she was a face in a contract, a name on a paper, a solution to a problem. The ceremony took four minutes. “Do you, Damien Wolfe, take Sophia Vale to be your lawfully wedded wife?” “I do.” “Do you, Sophia Vale, take Damien Wolfe to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Elena’s throat tightened. She said, “I do.” The pen felt heavy in her hand when she signed. _Elena Cross._ The clerk didn’t notice the discrepancy. The judge didn’t care. The signature on the marriage license was already printed as _Sophia Vale._ Her family had handled that part weeks ago.

ISABELLA DELUCA-MORETTI We got married in the state of Florida, a quiet arrangement. There was no way I would call it a ceremony. It was just us and the judge, in an office with high-back chairs and bright white lights. I did not want Mum to come. It did not feel like a family affair or something to celebrate. Enzo’s parents were not there. They could not be there even if we did it in New York. And you know who was to blame for that, Mum.

she snapped. Elang unfastened his seatbelt. “We already agreed about responsibility.” “Agreed?” Delya turned sharply. “I never agreed!” Elang stepped out of the car and walked to the passenger side, opening the door for her. “Come on.” Delya got out with a flushed face. Without much warning, her hand flew again. Slap! The second slap landed on Elang’s cheek. “How dare you ask me to get married!” Delya shouted. “I am a noble daughter, not some random girl you can just take to the civil registry office like this!”

Asher asks surprised. “I'm just asking my brother-in-law to take good care of Eleonor.” She lies with a sweet smile. “May I ask for something, Mr. Asher?” “Please, just Asher.” “Could we go to the Denver registry office?” “To the registry office?” Asher looks genuinely confused, “What does Ms. Evans need?” “I would like to obtain a marriage license.” “Right now?”

Angelina couldn't believe her ears. "What?! Now?! What's the rush for, sir? I mean, how can a wedding be…" "This is a contract marriage, Devilina. All you have to do is sign some few documents and that's it; you're bound to me for the next couple of years. This is no fairy tale and so there will be no useless wedding ceremony whatsoever." But Angelina wasn't ready to give in. "I know this is just a contract marriage but it's a legal marriage after all! For that, we need to obtain licenses and get some witnesses. This will take some time so…"

Delilah jolted and turned around to see James with her mouth open in shock. "W-what do you mean, Mr. J?" James pulled her hand and held it again. "We can get married tomorrow, or do you want us to get married in church? I have no problem with that, but it has to stay quiet!" James offered his crazy idea again. Delilah was shcok to see him. It turns out that even when they want to get married, they must be reserved. "Mr. J, I think we are rushing too much. I am not ready to get married yet!" Delilah said giving her reasons. James snorted in annoyance and glared as he pursed his lips.

They turned quite a few female heads walking in, and even some male ones. “Having to wait twenty-four hours after obtaining the marriage license was bullshit,” Daniel muttered. Elias hit his back and gave him a shake as their footsteps echoed off the marble tile. “She’s going to show.” Daniel grumbled, “I’m just saying.” He ignored the look Elias threw Darius and Donald. He was just happy they respected his anxiety enough to keep their traps shut, unlike his roommate. He didn’t want it voiced aloud; it made it more real.

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

he chuckled awkwardly. Elaine bit her lips. She didn't expect that the "as soon as possible" could be this literal. From bed to marriage. Nor was she even able to comb her hair. Judge Costanilla handed the marriage contract over to Elaine. Hesitant, she obliged and took the contract. "Attorney..."