Ff Marriage Life Hamil Novels & Stories

"You didn't attend your Nikkah with him and instead have a private one with Hafiz..." "You know my Father would never allow me to marry Hafiz..." Aamal try to defend as she sobs further. "And I never like Mahmud, I loved Hafiz..." "BUT I DID...." Umma shouted which made Aamal to stares at her friend. Umma sniffles as she wipe her tears then continue with. "And I still do..." "What" A surprised voice asked from the door. The two women turn, frighten, then found Asmy standing there, they both sighed in relief, but it was short lived as another voice asked "What the hell?" while coming inside.

I’m not going to lie, it was nice when I got caught talking with people and realized I only had a few minutes to get across campus. When the last day of midterms for us came around, Kimi, Kam, Rose, and I practically raced to the Cock-Blocker van to drive to the airport. Jimmy was staying behind in hopes of seducing his virgin girlfriend. When we got off the plane, and out of the secure area, Ma pushed past me, and enveloped Kimi in a massive hug. “My sweet future daughter-in-law!” she squealed. I rolled my eyes. At this rate, Ma was going to scare my Kimi away from me forever, and I didn’t even know if I believed in marriage. “And the child she gave birth to is ignored,” I sighed.

It was beyond comparison. And Hamil was just the nicest man I had met in the human world. He told me his stories. He was Master Matthew's childhood friend and cousin from the mother's side. His mother was Alpha King Ralph's younger sister who passed away when she gave birth to him. His father was banished from the kingdom just right after his birth. Hence, he had never seen nor met both of his parents. It was Baron who served as his guardian since then. But he called him Master, it was Baron's command. I could recall how he confided me about his life, his most unforgettable experiences, and his dreams in the future. We were sitting on the sand, the water soaked our feet, half of our bodies w

Jamal said angrily. "Very well, I actually have a needs for you and your mother" "A news? What is it about?" Mila asked. "I'm getting married Queen Mila" Mila got confused. "Of course you are getting married after the festival of the rain" "But not to your son" "What are you talking about?" "I'm getting married to the man I love, Prince Jafar" "What!" Mila eyes widened in surprise and fear, she couldn't say a word, she felt the whole room spinning before she finally fell almost to the floor, Jamal grabbed her before she could, her eyelids fluttered and she lost consciousness.

Azmia: Assalamualaikum, Hi, Aunt Nurul. I am Mahira and Micca’s mother. Azmia: How are you? Why didn't Aunt Nurul visit Micca? The people in the office have visited, except Aunt Nurul, why? Azmia: Bram is an extraordinary man, lucky to have him. He is lucky to have chosen me as his wife. Our marriage journey was not always smooth. God gave us happiness with the presence of children. When Mica was born, our happiness grew even more...

Why? After Maama had left, her friends returned to console her. "Zeebae you see the will of Allah. Mu'allim was never meant to be your husband that is why. Oh Allah my dream has come to reality." Maryam smiled warmly. Zainab tried to reason but she shushed her. "Shhh! Don't you try to question your fate! People with strong faith don't do that, so I want you to pray for Allah to bless this union."

She thought men that age were not mature enough. Callum had been twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old when she met him. They spent two years together after getting married before having their first child, Micah. Camryn had been worried about whether she could get pregnant. However, Dr. Carden had given her word that she would definitely be fertile after two years of treatment. Dr. Carden’s medical skills were absolutely remarkable. Camryn did get pregnant with Micah after receiving treatment for two years. After giving birth, she had gone for a prison visit once.

Aside from her children, that was all she had left. “You don’t mean that.” Wulfric’s tone was calm yet threatening. But it didn’t matter—her anger far outweighed her fear. “Believe whatever you want. I don’t care! You have no place in my life, Wulfric Channing. You shouldn’t have married me, huh? And you should’ve stayed out of my life. The kids and I were living peacefully in San Ildefonso until you barged in. You have no right to complain about marrying me.”

Four engagements. Four weddings that never happened. By the time I accepted my fifth proposal, I stopped believing in forever. I asked for one simple thing, an intimate wedding in Bali, far away from the crowd and bad luck that seemed to follow every relationship I had. But when the church doors opened, the man waiting at the altar wasn't my fiancé. It was Maximilian Blackridge, the ruthless Mafia King everyone feared. “Marry me,” he said calmly, “or your real fiancé dies.” To save the man I loved, I became another man's wife. I thought surviving a forced marriage would be my greatest nightmare. I was wrong. Because the deeper I fell into Maximilian's dangerous world, the more i

“I might as well be.” Marie hesitated, as if debating whether to say what was on her mind. Then, she leaned in, lowering her voice. “Athena… are you really going to go through with this?” My fingers curled around the edges of my gown. The question had been haunting me since the moment the engagement was announced. Since the moment my father had sealed my fate. I exhaled shakily. “No. I’m not.” Marie blinked. “Wait. What?” “I’m not going to marry Kael.” The words left my lips like a confession. A dangerous, reckless confession. “I just need to figure out how to get away.”