Getting Married Without My Badge Novels & Stories

Annie asks us as she leads us deeper into the house. James looks at me, “it’s all up to her. I’d go down to the courthouse right now if she wanted to.” “And who says I don’t?” I challenge. He grins, “then let’s go baby.” “Ok ok hold on,” Annie laughs. “You guys have to register first. And then get a license and then get married.” “Can’t we just skip all that and sign a contract with you guys as witnesses?” James pouts. “Well there is that little shaman guy a few towns over,” George answers. “He does spiritual weddings so it won’t be legally binding but if you’re in that much of a hurry,” he says with a laugh.

"I've been looking out for Eve since we were teenagers. That's not going to change now." I reached over and squeezed his hand. "He's annoyingly loyal. It's one of his worst qualities." Marguerite ignored my joke. She opened a drawer and pulled out a thick folder, the kind that had been handled many times over many years. The edges were worn. The spine was cracked. "The marriage must be legally registered before your twenty fifth birthday. I suggest you do the civil ceremony first, as soon as possible, and hold any celebration afterward. The paperwork needs time to process, and we cannot afford delays."

"It's a joke." "I bet you're not laughing when she porks you with that thing!" Kevin said, and I really hated that guy sometimes. But that's the problem with not having a best friend, I had to make do with what was available. I glanced at my watch and started taking my tuxedo off. It fit me perfectly. Our wedding was less than a week away, on the following Saturday, in fact, at some weird non-denominational chapel Shelly had found. Technically, we couldn't get married because she had a penis, which made absolutely no sense to me. Luckily, this minister specialized in marrying gay couples, not legally, but by all accounts he put on a pretty good show. We'd have everything any other couple wou

Damien looked sharp, as usual with his suit crisp and his face calm looking like he had done this kind of thing a hundred times. I, on the other hand, had my palms sweating even though I had tried to put on a brave front. The pen in my hand shook slightly when I signed my name next to his. And Just like that… I was married. My throat felt dry. There were no flowers, no music, no vows whispered. No family standing proudly. No ring sliding down my finger. Just ink, paper, and silence. I never imagined I would get married without Caleb by my side. My best friend. My Twin in all sense of the world. My only Family.

"You may now-" I coughed loudly again and glanced back to Mr. Asshole. His face was still void. I wanted to punch him. Why wasn't he doing anything to stop this? No. I got married to the asshole but I was NOT going to kiss him even if it meant spending the rest of the day there, faking coughs here and there. "You may now-" Another cough. "YOU MAY NOW HUG YOUR BRIDE." I froze, my mouth open mid-cough -I guess the officiant chose to ignore my blatantly obvious and fake excuses for coughs. The murmurs of people in the congregation and multiple clicks of cameras from the mass media corner filled the air.

Karen had known him for a while, and only he wore this color. The others had already gathered together to discuss, "Could it be that this celebrity who just turned 18 is Director Kevin's wife?" "18 is not the legal age for marriage. I don't think so." "You don't necessarily have to get a marriage certificate to be husband and wife. Making love between a couple will do." "True, true. Besides, some people get their marriage certificates, but they don't make love. They are just fake couples with a certificate." The hot discussion between colleagues reached Karen's ears one by one, as if these words were targeted at her.

They both fell silent, staring at the stars. “Some days, the moon rises late,” Natalie said after a pause. “Other days, it rises early. But if you rise too early, the sun will steal your spotlight. Don’t rush it.” Bethany raised a brow. “That’s… oddly poetic for you.” Natalie shrugged. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.” A question had been nagging at Bethany, and she finally voiced it. “Is it possible—legally—to forge someone’s signature for marriage without their consent?”

Gladys consoled her with a sober smile. “I hope so,” “I’ll be back, I need to get another bottle of wine and another pot of soup,” Mariam cleared her throat as she stood up to leave. Ariella immediately sat up after Mariam was gone and focused her attention on Gladys. “What?” Gladys asked her when she saw the way Ariella was fully focused on her. “If no one knows that I am married to Kelvin, does that mean we did not hold any ceremony at all?” “Ahh, yes. The both of you only agreed to sign the marriage certificate and start living together. Even if I wanted a little ceremony, I could not force you both,”

Liz proclaimed. “You never asked,” Adrian refuted. “Don’t you know what a marriage is?” “I thought it was only going to be a contract marriage thing.” “But, we’ll have to be legally married otherwise my parents will never believe us.” “I won’t sign a real marriage certificate.” Liz disagreed. “What if I tell you it’ll never be registered?” “What do you mean?” Adrian had her attention now. She was intrigued to know what Adrian got up his sleeve. “We sign the marriage certificate, get it stamped on and show it to my parents –”

He handed over their documents, "We'd like to register our marriage." The clerk was taken aback, "You just got divorced, and now you want to get married?" "Is it against the law?" "No, it's just..." Mr. Satan smiled, "Thank you." "Oh, okay." The clerk checked their documents, nodded, and said, "Please come in for the photo. Sir, you might need to remove your mask." Emily could feel Mr. Satan's hand stiffen. Noticing his discomfort, the clerk smiled reassuringly, "Sir, it's a wedding photo that will be on your marriage certificate. And since you and your fiancée have decided to get married, she won't mind any imperfections you might have."