Fierce Marriage Novels & Stories

A few minutes after we got to the venue the wife came in and the marriage ceremony started. While the priest was talking, Amelia moved close to me and said “ Does she know she’s getting married to a dangerous person and marrying into one of the strongest mafia families in the world?” I wasn't shocked at her question, her smart mouth gets her into trouble. I looked at her angrily and said “Of course, her parents are in the mafia too and she is not a weak woman like you,” I know she isn't a weak woman but I wanted to piss her off, which I successfully did. “ Well, I think she made a good choice. Your brother didn’t deceive her, he is a better human than you “ she replied.

deadly. Seeing this side of her made Fasting even more excited, the actress was slowly beginning to get the hang of the game, in a world like this, only cowards die, the strong however, live to fight till weekend, that was one of the principles Fasting lived by, the only thing he learnt from the old fool that married his mother. The grin on his face widened, and his eyes glowed even more,

I sarcastically remark with a snort. “Well, that was different.” Rory argues and I raise a brow at him, “I did that because I was and I am still eager to get married and settle down and make a family with Taylor and Reign, but you need to go home and spend the night with your wife.” Hearing Rory refer to Vary as my wife brings alive a feeling I once thought I lost, which is the ability to own someone or something. With Vary, I always feel like I’m in control and even though I hated the way she had given herself to me without fear of being hurt, I admit it felt overwhelming and sweet.

"Maybe it's because I feel like a caged lion. Running around, not knowing what to do, not having the freedom to follow my heart. Look at me, I'm a mess. And I wrecked the life of a woman who doesn't deserve it." I plop down on the main piece of furniture in my living room. I squeeze my forehead and try to regain my composure. Seeing my wife, so beaten, so hurt, was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. "It's today. My wife is having her Henna party today. And tomorrow she's going to marry him. And I'm dying inside, because I don't want that to happen." "Habbab, she is not your wife. You have a wife, waiting in your family home. And you are still bent on that woman who is the daughter

Well I have no choice but to follow them. I walked first and then he followed. When we got to the pool area, I immediately sat down on the chairs there. "I really hate this." He said while kicking the pebbles on the side of the long chair near the pool. I know he wants me to hear those words. "Hate what?" I quickly answered him then I looked at him. "This fixed marriage thing. It shouldn't happened. I already have a girlfriend and I really love her so much." He answered. Yeah I get it. So I'm not the only one who doesn't like this setup.

He had growled with anger; the others must have perceived it, and quickly they followed after the scent. The more they ran, the more the scent became familiar, and then they perceived another scent with it, "Aurora!" he had whispered. He felt his body climax with so much rage and something else which he had never felt in a long while... Fear! Quickly like a flash, he ran towards the scent. He knew what was before him, and standing right before him was Aurora, surrounded by three Rarewolves, and their claws were sharp, ready to rip into her heart. With anger, he had come after them and fought the Rarewolf who had tried hurting his wife, his Luna, and his mate.

Fatima get cut off as Ferris practically sent her a flying kick to the face, straight in the mouth, leaving her mouth bleeding, with some teeth flying out. “Fatima!” Winston cried in worry. Just as he turned and glared at Fenris, a heavy pressure arose in the room, stopping him in his tracks, whereas everyone else shuddered from it. “That's my line to you, mutt. When you had me played for far too long,” Fenris snarled, lifting Fatima up by the jaw, much to her agony. “You seem to have forgotten that the only reason why I married you was because of the contract, where both our packs can get something out of this marriage- this Merge. And when I asked you to do this one little thing for me, yo

Her tone was firm and conveyed her irritation. He pretended not to hear that. He actually increased his kisses there—on Helena's fingers. Even when she tried to pull her hands away, he still didn't let go. This was the only physical contact he could have in their situation. In fact, he could have done more like hugging her, for example. However, he did not dare take that risk and made her even angrier. His wife looked scary when she was furious.

I hissed. He looked at me, a look of shock flashed in his eyes but it vanished the instant it entered. "It's a toxic marriage." He said calmly, adjusting his tie. “You wanted me to hate you, right? To show me, there you go. You did it.” I snarled, pointing my finger in contempt. “I hate you more than my fucking Father.” I growled. His lips part, brows knitted in confusion and controlling this, he breathed out. “We just had an intercourse, we have done it before, we got married for this. You agreed, you signed. How many times do you want me to repeat that all of this is your choice?”

I whispered. “Marriage is marriage,” he said, walking toward me. “There is no fake marriage in this universe. Even those people who get married by signing contract papers. They are married after saying “I do,” the same thing that we did an hour ago. Once you murder someone, there is no going back to the life that you had before, right?” He raised his brows. “You are a murderer for life. In the same way, once you recite the vows, you are married and there is no going back to the life you had before. And it applies to both of us.” He stopped an inch away from me. “We are husband and wife, and this is our house. Our life starts from this moment, and we can’t go back from this.” He took a strain