Do You Want To Marry Me Novels & Stories

I turned sharply to her. “Mom, I want it.” Mom stopped and turned to me with confusion. “What what?” My face lit up with a smile. “I want to marry him. I want to marry him right now, today, this very moment," I said, as I really can't wait to be his wife. My mom laughed, seeing me like this. “I thought you said you didn't want to.”

"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?"

“Yes.” “Marry me.” “What!?” I exclaimed in shock and mild annoyance. “I’m not going to give you my body.” He rolled his eyes after my outburst and said, “I don’t want your body. At least, not in a sexual way. I want a marriage.” “Isn’t this plot twist too much? I’m so confused.” “I’m having my own troubles and you need money. Marry me to sort my troubles and I’ll give you cash to sort yours.”

"What kind of answer do you want to hear? The fact that there was no one I could think of marrying at the time other than you? Or I just wanted to try my luck with just anyone I remember." Diaz's face showed that he was not happy to hear that. "Luck? Anybody?" There was no response from Claire for the confirmation that Diaz was trying to give the woman was secretly relieved because Diaz's focus was focused on that one sentence, instead of the previous sentence. "Are you so desperate to get married that you try your luck with just anyone?"

I couldn't wait for her answer, so I repeated my question to her. "Will you marry me, sweetie? Do you want me to be your wife forever? I know you're surprised, but I couldn't take it anymore. I want to marry you soon. I want to make sure you're mine forever and no man in this world can steal you away from me. I want you to be mine forever, please. Do you want me to be yours until your last breath, huh? Do you want to have children with me? If yes, will you marry me, sweetie?" She looked at her parents and friends before she speaks to me. She closed her eyes and breathes deeply. I was so nervous about her answer. I don't even know if she would reject me on my proposal for her or not. Don't re

"We promised each other that our children would get married." What the hell? He isn't trying to tell me to get married to a guy right now, right? I'm still seventeen, I barely know how to do housework. I don't know how to be a mom. I don't even know what love is! I definitely don't plan on having a relationship with anyone. "No," I reply, "you're not going to force me to marry someone right now right?" I start to panic. "No, I'm not," He says, I let out a relieved sigh.

The interview went on for about thirty minutes with a few breaks for commercials before Alice said, “Now, Bree, tell us about your most popular song. Anyone who listens to radio stations like ours that play up and coming singers will recognize it. It’s called ‘Meant to Marry Me.’ What was your inspiration for such a beautiful, heartbreaking song? You’re not old enough to be thinking about getting married, are you?” Bree laughed, though Alice had asked a question that pained her to think about. “I’m old enough to get married now, but when I wrote it, I probably wasn’t really. I wasn’t ready to anyway. It isn’t really about getting married, though, obviously. If you listen to the lyrics, you’l

“Will you forgive me?” “It’s not necessary. It just caught me off guard.” He breathed deeply. “Do you still want to marry me?” “Yes,” I answered honestly, without hesitation. “Do you wanna marry sooner or in the next few months?” “We get married now or next month or next year. It’s the same. I’m still marrying the same woman.” “We’ll get married online?” “Online?” His brow arched. “Yes. I’ll apply online. What do you say?” “Let’s make it official, baby.”

“What do you want?” “I need you to protect me.” I let out. “My life is in danger and you're the only one who can help.” “And what do I get in return?” His arms fell across the table that separated us. He'd lost the jacket somewhere in between his and my arrival, and his tattoos looked way more sexy up close. “I don't run a charity organization here.” “Marriage.” I puffed out the words. “You get to marry me.” A wave of silence settled all around us. Anxiety gnawed at my sides, and I wondered if I'd just made the wrong decision.

" Why are you saying that?? What have you done?? " " They want me to get married. " " Hmmm... so? What is the big deal? " I was surprised. " So, I don't want to.... " " Please don't mind me asking but why?? What is the problem?? Everyone gets married... It is not such a big issue. " " It is... I don't want to marry... " " But why?? There must be a reason why you don't want to get married. " " I can't get married ... "