Novel & Cerita Flash Mob Marriage Proposal

She had been really stupid back then. "You do realise that I am getting goosebumps from the way you are smiling at me." Damien finally spoke and Liora chuckled. “Well, I have a proposition for you,” she said and Damien folded his arms. “Oh? My ears are yours then," he responded calmly and Liora bit down on her lower lip, muttering the most outrageous words she couldn’t imagine she would ever say in her life. “Damien Frost”, she said calmly, “Marry me.” Damien’s brows froze for a moment and then chuckled, ‘You are joking.’

Lisa occupied herself with office tasks, it just things often went not as our wish. After less than 10 dates with Lawrence in two months, Ella rushed to the house to tell Lisa that she was getting married. Get married? You must be kidding me! The news came as a shock, but Lisa said she could not be happier for her. Nowadays, Lightning marriages had become popular and remarkable. Lisa never thought Ella as a type of making any hasty decisions like getting married in such short time. Lightning marriage was not a good choice, because it needed time to get to know others, to see whether the two were suitable to live together.

I flashed him a shaky thumbs-up before whispering into the phone, “Hold that for a minute.” I scrambled out of my chair, my heart beating at an unusual rate as I sped-walked down the hallway. Maybe if I moved fast enough, I could escape this reality. “So, uh… did you really just say marriage?” I asked, ducking into an empty conference room. “Yes. Marry. Me.” His tone was infuriatingly level. “Do I need to repeat myself?” “Yes! No—actually, no! I heard you just fine, I just—” I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping my phone. “You don’t just—propose to someone over the goddamn phone! That’s not how this works!”

“Which is why I’m not going to say anything. But you do know that Werewolf has video of you two making out?” “Oh God!” she paled at that thought. “Thank your moms for Molly not knowing about it.” He looked at the screen. “Were those the actual fireworks?” “Yeah. You two proposed with hearts in the background. Couldn’t make this shit up.” “Can you send me that one?” “I can. I can also send it out as a mass message.” “Just the three of us right now.” He confirmed as his phone chimed. “Now, let’s go find my brother and bride.”

He watched Zara. Her shoulders were up. Hands wrapped around the mug like it could keep her warm. He had to say it now. Before Marcus did. Before the results came and Obasi moved. "Zara." She turned. Slow. Eyes red. She’d been crying. Damien cleared his throat. "Marry me." The mug in her hand didn’t shake. But her breath did. "Excuse me?" "Marry me," he said again. No fluff. "Fake marriage. Legal. Six months. Maybe a year. Till this blows over."

“Keep them coming.” The bartender pushed the money back toward me. “No.” “You moron-” the television volume suddenly increased. A red banner flashed across the screen. BREAKING NEWS. The anchorwoman smiled brightly. “Multi-billionaire mogul Liam Danson has officially proposed to his longtime love, and she said yes.” The world stopped. My breathing stopped. The room tilted. The screen changed to footage of Liam on one knee, fireworks exploding behind him like the sky itself was celebrating. And there she was.

Liam Hart’s mind drifted back to that moment—the proposal, the flashing cameras, the deafening applause. When Mia Stone had kissed him, he had frozen for a second before firmly pushing her away. His voice had been steady but drowned in the roaring crowd. “Sorry, Mia. I’m already married.” The setting had been extravagant—bright chandeliers, an orchestra swelling with a wedding march, and a sea of admirers celebrating what they believed was a fairytale moment. But Liam had never been part of the illusion.

She couldn't be more desperate than she was. - How will it be, Miss Scoot? Will you accept my proposal or let your mother sleep under the bridge? Sarah closes her eyes and sees her entire past disappear as if hidden by fog. Only the dark future that awaits her remains visible. It's not for her but for her poor mother. - I accept. End flashback

I was like a puppy, eagerly wagging my tail at the sight of a fresh meal. "Will you marry me?" he asked, pulling out a tiny box with a glittering diamond ring that caught the club’s lights. "No, no, no," I muttered, staring at my phone screen, but my words were the exact opposite of what I had said in the video. "Yes, stranger, I’ll marry you," my intoxicated self slurred, and a cold chill ran down my spine. My eyes darted to my hand, and there it was—the same glittering diamond ring from the video on my index finger.