Do You Want To Marry Me Novels & Stories

“Will you marry me?” I stare at him, breathing hard, my head ringing. But I can’t quite tell if it’s bells of joy or an alarm siren. I mean, I did think there was a chance he was still interested in me. But this is beyond all my fantasies. He’s held a torch for me, all these years! He wants to get married! He wants kids! A noise is playing at the back of my mind. I think it could be violin music. Maybe this is it. MAYBE THIS IS IT! Richard wasn’t it; Ben is it!

I blurted out, turning red. His look was so piercing that it felt like it was burning me. He seemed to take pleasure in making me squirm. "Which part of 'I want you Sydney, did you not understand?" With a wry grin, he inquired. I was stunned; how could he be so casual about it? "When I say marriage, it entails everything which exists in a marriage. Is that clear?" I tried not to blush, "it's clear." I replied. "What if......what if I don't want to?" I said softly.

he replied and I scoffed, if one hears this, one will think he actually loves me not knowing the kind of a cheat he is. “I have no intention of being your wife, can we just get this over with?” I said frustratedly. “You can’t force anyone to remain your wife if she doesn’t want it and then you have to accept it,” He smiled again, and I could almost feel the arrogance radiating off him. “I’ve thought it over. I’ll accept the divorce… but under certain conditions.” “Conditions?” I raised an eyebrow. “What could you possibly want?” He leaned in as if to deliver some kind of earth-shattering revelation. “I want half of the money from the house sale, and trauma damages for the emotional distress

"It is primitive, but aren't we all?" "What is it with you?" She looked like she was about to scatter the pieces again but she didn't. "Why are you here? No, really, what do you want from me?" "I already told you. I want to marry you. Now, if possible." "No, you want to get me pregnant." "As a byproduct of marriage, why not?" "No, it's not a byproduct. You clearly gave it importance already. Why?" "I'm not going to tell you why just yet."

"Why do you want to marry me, Lana? We're not even in love. You're obsessed with the idea of marrying me, but never going to work. How do you marry a man who doesn't love you?" "My love is enough for us! I will make you love me. I'll make you marry me. Just watch." "Lana, I don't love you. I'm sorry, but I don't. I'm in love with Elle, and only her. No one else. Please, don't do this. Please."

“Why do you want to marry me?” “I already answered this question.” “Then give me a different answer, because that one was bullshit.” A glimmer of a smile moved on to his lips and reached his eyes. “You’re spicier than I remember.” “I just have a lower tolerance for lies and deceit.” The smile disappeared. “I meant what I said.” His intense stare returned. “I want you.” “Then fuck me for a night,” I retorted. “Why does it have to be marriage?” His fingers slid together as his hands rested against each other. “If it was just a night, would you say yes⁠—”

“How many millions do you want before you finally leave me alone?” I slowly sat down as well, though I made sure to keep a wide distance between us. “I don’t just need money, Zeke,” I said quietly. “You know that.” My gaze held his. “I need you.” “What do you want me to do so you’ll finally stop?” he asked impatiently. “I want us to get married.” His head snapped toward me. “Don’t even dream about it,” he spat. “That will never happen. I’d rather end up crippled than marry you.”

“What brought me here is, 'why do you want to marry me.' You are beautiful and well off and could have any man you want so why, tell me, why must your mother go praying for you? Are you possessed with an evil spirit that fights off men or is your personality that bad to the extent that no man wants you? Tell me, why are insisting on marrying me when you don’t even know me? Surely you can’t be that desperate right?” I was stun. What a jerky jerk! “I beg your pardon what? I insist on marring you? I am what, possessed and I have a bad personality? Listen mister, you don’t know me and you don’t know shit about anything. And breaking news, I don’t want you. Like yo

Noah finally answered. Grace gasped and now sat facing Noah, saying, "You did that? So you deliberately set me up with the option to get married? So what if I refuse to marry you?" "So what? I have two million percent confidence that you will accept this marriage proposal. Besides, if you refuse, you can't run away from the debt I've already incurred for your mother's hospital fees." "I'm sure my beloved is still the same woman as before. You never run away from responsibility."

I eased her feelings “Oh thanks” she took the package from me and set it down on the table This wasn't going to work. I should probably leave I turned around and headed for the door when she stopped me “Do you really like Charisa now?” She asked softly I turned around “What if I do? Does that bother you?” “No, it doesn't. I don't even care. I literally don't give two shits if you want to marry her now out of the blue” she said but I could still see that fiery glint of jealousy in her eyes