Engagement Proposal Book Novels & Stories

During this long journey, Mother explained my question this afternoon. Since the sun had already set and it was supposed to be, the proposal took place this afternoon at three o'clock. Huh! Because of my uncertain feelings, finally my engagement event was postponed until later everything was ready. My mind just kept grumbling annoyed because of my own actions.

“But he hasn’t proposed yet. So technically, it’s not yet an engagement party until maybe after an hour.” “How weird? He’s going to propose in front of other people?” “A hundred other people actually,” Julianne answered. She found that very unromantic. “Wow. Talk about removing romance in a marriage proposal.” River laughed. “Anyway, I won’t keep you long.” “Thank you for calling.” “Anytime. I told you. I’m your best friend.” She could almost hear the smile on his voice. “Bye.” “Talk to you later.”

A blanket spread out with pillows, champagne in a bucket, a small table with covered dishes. "Liam." My throat's tight. "When did you do this?" "This afternoon while you were at the office. Had help from Harper and Jordan." He's nervous, I can tell by the way he's fidgeting. "I know we're already engaged. But that proposal was rushed. In my living room after terrible news. You deserved better. Deserved the moment I'd been planning." "I loved that proposal." "I know. But let me give you this one too." He takes my hand, leads me to the blanket. "Sit with me."

“Which means you need to set a date.” Before Sasha could argue, Mazzo walked in, smile bright enough to mistake for joy. He kissed Sasha’s cheek like a punctuation mark he thought softened his sentence. “Got something for you,” he said, snapping his fingers. An assistant she didn’t know slid a tri-fold board from a garment bag like a magician pulling a rabbit. On it, renderings: a ballroom that had eaten a hundred chandeliers, a cake the size of a child, a stage big enough for a political campaign. “Engagement party,” Mazzo announced, beaming. “A proper one. Not that little family supper. This is the one people will talk about for years.”

Okay, that question is definitely not in the cards. “Well, someone wise once told me never to follow cliché.” I say mockingly, but Devon’s expression doesn’t falter a bit, “So, I guess I want our proposal to be like the day we met, on a cruise ship? With fireworks that spell out, will you marry me and champagne maybe?” I laugh, “I will say yes to that.” “Lovely! Mr. Brookes, are you taking notes of this?” The reporter asks.

I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. I tried my best to break out of his grasp, yelling, "I didn't accept your proposal, which means I'm still not your fiancee! Let go of me, Kieran!" Kieran asked in a low yet aggressive tone, "Are you sure? I bought everything you're wearing! If you leave me, what will you have left?" I had to admit that even before I accepted Kieran's proposal, he had been buying me clothes and jewelry. I was dressed in his gifts from head to toe. Even if I told him I didn't want the gifts, he would convince me to accept them.

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I asked, quickly diverting the topic. Her eyes sparkled in delight as she showed me the front cover of the book. "It's a new book I bought! It's about childhood friends who eventually turn into lovers. They've done everything together since they were kids, so they never really viewed each other as potential lovers. However, when they stepped into college and decided to be roommates, they started seeing each other in a different light. It's so good! And I'm at the part where the guy is finally going to propose to the girl!"

His day hadn't gone well,and he was frustrated and irritated at the slow progress of the project. Now after seeing her he was horny as hell. He wasn't going to force her. If she wasn't interested they'd move on and forget about it. It would probably be for the best anyway,he knew the nature of his proposition was both inappropriate and insane. “He should just withdraw his offer now and shrug it off”,he reasoned. “Yes,thank you” Her whispered words brought his train of thoughts to an instant stop. His jaw dropped as he watched her. The shapely defined features of her hair move forward to hide her face,the gesture was so little yet so sensual.

I dropped off, hoping he would realize what I was trying to ask. “If we are engaged then we need proof? Yes Ms. Kane I have already accounted for that, however, did not presume to know your tastes so I would require your presence to make a decision.” I felt my cheeks furiously heat up, he wanted me to pick my own ring, of course he did. He had no idea what I liked, and we needed this to be as realistic as possible. This was not a real or regular proposal; this was a business transaction; and the ring was simply proof of the transaction. My marriage would be another transaction, a stepping stone for both parties yes, but at what cost? I studied Cade. How was he fine with this? I couldn’t thin