Fictional Couples Novels & Stories

I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite. "Hmph, we will never know once you try." "Well just promise not to hit any guys. Remember you already have your husband." "Yeah yeah, girl of course I know. I'll be careful I promise. ಠ_ಠ what kind of woman do you think I am." "Hehe Kidding. Ok then. See you later then" At work, I just finished turning off the sound system and I heard a conversation nearby. "Hey did you hear we are gonna have a drama together?" Yohan's excited voice boomed.

Ice's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her smile radiating the immense love she felt for her brother and the woman who had captured his heart. Years passed, and life continued its steady march forward. Zee and Grayson's love story became an inspiration to many, a reminder that redemption was always possible and that true love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds. The couple embraced their new roles as husband and wife with unwavering devotion, building a life together filled with laughter, understanding, and unbreakable bonds.

After all, she lost hope that they could be together again at one point. There was nothing more she could ask for_ well, that wasn’t true, but she was indeed satisfied in this instant. “Don’t you think this is no different from when we were friends? Is there something that makes it feel like we are a couple? There is nothing, right? Couples, how do I say it, are romantic. They exchange sweet and flirty words, and have this sexual tension between them. Moreover, they can’t stop from touching each other. They just have this lovely yet sickening atmosphere between them.”

when something pops up on my MacBook screen, another breaking news. "FREDERIK WILFORD and DIANA FRANK: a void marriage?" And I am shocked... yes, Don Rafael mentioned this before. But I did not expect it to be true. I clicked the article and then I read the whole write up. "The once perfect and envied couple in the country are not actually married. How true is this? Thursday night, April 2, 2020

I accept out of spite, drinking it while Lucien works on his laptop like I'm not there. Thirty minutes in, I break the silence. "How many couples will be there?" "Eight, including us." "Do they all have real marriages?" His fingers pause on the keyboard. "Define real." "Marriages that started without contracts." "Most marriages are contracts, Mara. Some are just more honest about it." "That's bleak." "That's reality." He returns to typing. "James and Victoria Worthington married to merge family fortunes. Oliver Grant married his assistant to avoid a sexual harassment lawsuit. The Pattersons have an arrangement where he keeps a mistress and she keeps his credit cards."

She feels much comfortable seeing her bestfriends Clark and Van, too. "Nigel and Brianna are the perfect example of "opposites attracts." After so many decades, look at them now! They look amazing as husband and wife!" Paolo smilingly said. "I guess I'm really destined to be with our school's geek. Even if I have the chance to go back to the past, I wouldn't change anything. I will still choose you and marry you." Brianna lovingly told her husband, Nigel. "Well, the nerd wins in the end." Nigel joked, as he gave his wife a playful wink.

But meaning well and doing right were not the same thing, and the gap between them had cost all of us considerably. Clara was the latest iteration of that gap. A woman I respected, distantly, the way you respect furniture in a house you used to live in. Whatever my mother believed about her suitability, whatever campaign she had been quietly running on Clara's behalf for the past two years, it ended here. I was married. To my assistant. Who had signed a contract this morning with shaking hands and the expression of someone making a calculated leap off a building and hoping something soft was at the bottom.

His hand brushed against mine intentionally, a lingering, scorching touch that made my fingers tremble. Kian flashed Julian a tight, corporate smile, but the moment my husband blinked, Kian’s gaze dropped straight to my high velvet collar, eyes flashing darkly. Cassian smirked openly. His tattooed fingers clamped tightly around the wine stem, his eyes pinning my lips with a predatory, shameless hunger. They were playing the game perfectly. We all pretended we had never met. We all pretended last night never happened. And as I stepped back, my heart hammering against my ribs, I desperately prayed to whatever god was listening that it would stay that way forever.

I don’t think these are a fantasy someone is creating to sell to people…. They don’t sell the fantasy that only gorgeous people can be loved and cherished. That’s the thing i like about them. They showcase totally normal couples, regardless of their physical features or appeal. They show couples madly in love, and it’s basically a competition to see how much husbands can spoil their wives. “There’s that goofy smile on your face again.”

they said that the marriage was not going to last longer than a year, that they would just marry them and when they're ready to leave they will leave. They say they're going to end their relationships with their wives and be with each other, they were supposed to run away together, yes I mean leave both families and run away, but Dad again, a fucken coward refused, this causes a serious fight between the both of them, mind you they were still fucken while they had gotten married to both our mom's, and even had kids, and their whole best friendship was a fucken scam, they weren't best friend, they have always been secret lovers. But it seems like they couldn't run away together and that's wha