Do You Want To Marry Me Novels & Stories

So, I walked over to him and wrapped my hand around his waist. “Please, I want this, I don’t want to be a laughing stock, I don’t want to embarrass you and I want to be worthy of marrying you too,” I pouted. “I don’t care about all that. And who ever says a thing against you will surely fall by my hands,” he growled, clearly not heeding to my pleas. “Would you kill everyone who says I can’t dance as well?” I asked. “Even when it’s the truth?” he went quiet and stared at me.

“What do you want?” He leans back slightly, a contemplative look crossing his face. “I want a life with you. Whatever that looks like. If it means kids, then I’m all in. If it means no marriage, that’s fine too. I just… I want to build something real with you. Something that lasts.”

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

I saw the twinkle in his eyes. "Of course... I want you to get well. It's tomorrow due date. I gave you a deadline. You will marry me. Do you remember that? It's just tomorrow... ” He says smiling that excites. "Yes, that's my answer. I'm willing to marry you." I told him, agree. "That's for sure, huh? What do you want our wedding to be simple or grand." Question it.

I want love to be the foundation of the marriage and not our personal benefits. “Marry me, Adira…marry me and I will do everything for you,” itsclarixass

He looked me in the eyes. "Fernando, I..." He sealed my mouth with a quick kiss. "I'm not asking you to marry me because we're pregnant, and I'm absolutely happy about that, but I definitely wouldn't get married for that reason. I'm asking you to marry me because I love you, because I want our commitment and our bond to solidify. I want the world to see you as my wife, I want our family united by this tie that is sacred and also legal, but above all, is emotional. I want a calm and happy life with you. I want to come home to you every day and be certain that we're walking together. I want to hold your hand and guarantee that you can always count on me. And I really want to make you happy. I'

Jennifer asked "Do I look like I want to wait thirty minutes or an hour for him to help me?" "No,not really" Jennifer replied "Exactly! Besides,how do you expect to be married if you're not going to feel like cooking all the time?" Sophia asked "Who said that I was getting married at this moment?" Jennifer asked "But you do wanna get married in the future,right?" Sophia asked as Jennifer shrugged her shoulders "I don't know,I'm not thinking about marriage right now" Jennifer replied. "Are you thinking about getting married in the future?" She asked "It haven't crossed my mind but I'm pretty sure that I'll want to get married in the future" Sophia replied

My family was so beautiful and I wanted Uno to experience the same thing. "Will you marry me if I'll ask your hand?" "H-Huh?" My cheeks flared up. My mind couldn't take his question. It made my heart race. "You'll marry me?" I asked back instead. "Yes, love. I want to marry you." "W-When?" "At the right time when you are ready. I can wait. We'll probably prioritize Uno first?" I looked down and bit my lower lip. I want to squeal because of kilig. "Are you being serious here?" I asked and looked up at him again.

“You’re the one cuffed on my bed, love. Should I remind you that?” Damn him. Well, I’m not going to make it easier for him, either. “Don’t make this hard for the both of us. You want to marry me, right?” He tilted his head and answered me right away with confidence. “We will get married, Cara.” “But you don’t want to marry a woman who would be a pain in your ass, would you?” I continued, refusing to lose the argument. “Because believe me, if you pursue this, I can make our marriage life intolerable.”

"Are you really 28-year-old Clara? I asked Adrian, and he told me he'll only ever love me. He'd never cheat on me. He said our baby will be healthy and beautiful, and he'll give her the very best in the world. Adrian loves me. I believe him." So, it seemed that 18-year-old Clara had chosen to believe him even after everything I told her. I reached into my bag and pulled out the gold-embossed wedding invitation. Adrian's and Avery's names stood out in stark clarity. I took a picture and pressed Send. "Then, ask Adrian this for me. If he swore he'd love me for the rest of his life… Why? Why did he marry someone else?"