Delaware Marriage License Novels & Stories

“I just found them this morning while organizing old records in the archive room. I’m sorry for the delay—I should have checked sooner.” Kayla stared at him, her mind racing. She’d never been to Delaware, never adopted anyone—these documents were fake. But as she looked at the papers in Ms. Phoebe hands, she saw how detailed they were—how every signature looked real, every seal perfectly replicated. Mr. Park must have spent days putting this together, finding someone to forge the documents, making sure every detail was correct. Mr. Moh picked up the marriage certificate, holding it up to the light to examine the seal. “These look legitimate,” he said, though his voice was still skeptical. “B

Three days later . . . It took a few days but Chelsea found a romantic and fun location to elope and to have a great honeymoon. New Orleans. The Poconos had been her first choice, but then she found out Pennsylvania had a three day waiting period. Louisiana only had a one day waiting period. And the best thing about applying for a license there was they could start the process online. So, when it was time to get on a plane and go, all they have to do is show up at the courthouse with proof of identity and pick up the license. The waiting period would have been met because the license would be in effect once they submitted their paper work electronically and paid the f*e for the license which

Frank approached the table in the middle of the room, placing a document in front of them with an indifferent expression. Marco glanced at it but said nothing. Delilah, with a sinking feeling in her chest, reached for the paper. The words Application for Marriage License stared back at her. Her heart dropped. Even though Vincent’s cruelty had thrown her world into chaos, a small part of her had been relieved that the marriage hadn’t gone through. But now, the dreaded paperwork was here, and it felt more final than ever. Marco scoffed, breaking the silence. "Nonno, is this why you called us?" His tone was flat, bordering on dismissive.

“Yes, unless either of you have an objection.” Em let go of my hand and stood. “I think we’ve cleared the air.” Father Gallo held his hands together and bowed his head toward me. “I did not mean to offend, Miss Luciano.” “As Em said, the air is cleared.” “The marriage license?” Em enquired. “I have a contact with the county clerk. The license will have today’s date—Saturday. It is tomorrow already.” Valentina and Andrés joined the three of us. “Out on the pool deck?” Valentina said. “It’s a beautiful night.”

The television screen was vast, a sixty-inch window into the end of the world. On it, the document Vivian held up was being digitally magnified. The edges were jagged, pixelated by the zoom, but the typed text was legible. Certificate of Marriage. State of Nevada. County of Clark. Groom: Edward Vance. Bride: Vivian Stirling. Date: June 14, 1995.

He just picked the sheet and signed his signature just then a man dressed in a blue suit walked in. Noah handed him the paper before taking his seat. “ Everything will be finalized in three days “ he said, shifting his gaze to Elisa who was shaking in her seat. “ Congratulations, Miss Davis. Your marriage certificate will be completed in three days” he said smiling at her “ leave” Nosh said and without wasting time she strode out.

“Please tell me why you hesitated when you know you need that ten mil.” I groan. “Because even though his son might be hot as fuck, as you put it, I can’t stand the guy! Not only that but taking money to marry someone is just so…” “And that’s a problem, why? It’s not like you two will be married for realzies, anyway. Take the money, marry the jerk, and divorce in two years’ time. You know the money will be a big help.” Delilah says, gesturing for another round of drinks. “Listen, I know you’ll probably feel cheap for doing this, but two years will go by quicker than you can say ‘cash out.’”

It was barely past seven in the morning, but my men were already inside. We pulled up to the curb. I wrenched the door open and grabbed her arm, dragging her across the sidewalk. I ignored the flash of pain in her eyes. I shoved her through the heavy revolving doors and straight toward the counter for licenses and certifications. A middle-aged clerk looked up from his computer. "Good morning," he said, "How can I help you two this morning?" "We need a marriage license, effective immediately," I stated, pulling my driver's license and a wad of crisp hundred-dollar bills from my pocket. I slapped the money and the ID down on the counter, "Expedited service. Whatever it costs."

Delvin said. "Huh? W–what?" Emily asked. "Let's get married, Emily." "Huh?" Emily, already surprised, was even more shocked when Delvin mentioned marriage. "M–married?" Delvin nodded. "I want to have you completely, so let's get married and live together. I want to be like Stella and Marvin, living together forever and having children. I want you to bear my children." Hearing Delvin say that made Emily's heart race wildly. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed into Delvin's intense eyes.

However, his eyes did not leave the figure of the woman sitting on the sofa in his office. After finishing, he stepped back to Luliyah and said, "We will go to the registry office now to get the marriage documents." 'Uhm...Now?' Luliyah's head felt dizzy. She did not expect that everything would happen this fast. 'Isn't this too sudden?' "Right now?" She asked still in surprise. "Hmm ... Now?" Kelvin replied briefly. After that, he immediately walked out of his office, without waiting for a response from Luliyah.