Honeymooning Quotes Novels & Stories

I was packing for our honeymoon when my wife changed our destination to Barrella Island, a place my younger brother, Oliver Wagner, had always wanted to visit. I stopped packing and watched my wife and daughter exchange a knowing glance. "If Dad has a problem with it, we'll settle it with a vote." Whenever my brother and I disagreed, they put the matter to a vote to keep things "fair." For my birthday, I had already booked a table at a steakhouse, but they voted for Oliver's choice of a salad bar instead, calling it the healthier option. The first time our daughter went onstage to accept an award, I waited there all day for the ceremony. Yet when the time came, they voted to have Oliver

The marquee was a picture in yellow and white, and after lunch and a great many toasts Dan took Miracesca’s hand and took the first turn around the dance floor to the applause of family and friends. ‘Do you realise that this is the first time we’ve danced together?’ she said. ‘We have a whole lifetime of firsts ahead of us, my love. Our first honeymoon—’ ‘You can only have one proper honeymoon,’ she objected. ‘True, but once you’ve got the hang of it you can have endless improper ones.’ She giggled, then said, ‘Our first family holiday—’

"Richard Bach." I nodded. "You taught me that quote the night I kissed you for the first time." He continued, his fingers weaving through loose hair around my face. "And I held on to that every day since." "Dean." I said softly. "Boy, was Richard right." His tone matched mine, but he did it with a small chuckle. "And how wrong were you when you said that about us." I pulled Dean closer to me so our lips could meet and immediately I felt his soft lips against mine, I let out a sound that made it clear that I had been waiting to do that all day.

“No one is ever going to take you from me ever again.” “Good,” I said, “because I don’t want to go anywhere without you ever again either. The only person that might have my heart a little bit more than yours is if we have more kids.” Luca chuckled. “Same here, Beauty Queen. No one but our family.” “I like this honeymoon better than our first,” I said. “I do, too.” He stroked my cheek. “Are you okay living in the shadows with me?” “Can’t have shadows without sunlight. We’ll find it in between the darkness. Take happiness when we can. And no one will come between us ever again.”

"Too moody. Too much smoke." "And now?" "Now I think I just hadn't been to the right one yet." She rested her head against my shoulder, watching the stage. "Or maybe I just hadn't been with the right person yet." "Careful," I said, smiling into my glass. "That's dangerously close to a romantic thing to say." "I'm allowed. I'm on my honeymoon."

I looked at the woman standing outside the car. She had slightly curly hair that fell to her waist, and her makeup was exquisite. She had also doused herself in so much perfume that I felt like I was choking on the overwhelming scent. She didn't look poor at all. My husband, Sean Clifford, looked a little troubled as he glanced at me. "Sorry, but my wife and I are on our honeymoon trip. We just got married, so it would be inconvenient for us to bring you along."

“What do you mean by that?” A surprised look flashed across King's face, “Woah, you don't know what honeymoon means? It is a time when couples take trips after marriage to spend time with each other. Then they try all sort of sex positions, the doggy, missionary, butterfly...” He listed them shamelessly as he enjoyed seeing her face turn beet red. “In other words, they fuck all through. Do you want to know what's even better? We are immortals! We won't get tired and could fuck each other's brains out like rabbits. We could experiment with all 350 sex positions for an entire week...” “I know what honeymoon is you perv!” Ivy gritted out cutting him off. He is just too shameless! Is this what m

Verity still couldn't believe that word. ‘Honeymoon’. She had never had that before in her first marriage. Why does it feel like Quentin is doing this intentionally? Why does it feel like this marriage isn't for revenge, but for compensation? Verity’s thoughts continued, as she kept repeating that word in her mind. What will it feel like to be on a honeymoon with this man she thought she hated, but somehow was getting comfortable with? Will he get intimate with her? God, she really wanted that, because she couldn't wait to actually get to that level of closeness with him. The memory of his fingers, his voice, the way he had looked at her that morning still sent warmth rushing through her bod

"In the best possible way. So..." He was quiet for a moment. Then his voice came out more like a whisper, "I just want to hold my husband until the morning comes." I stilled. I wasn't expecting that at all. "We have a whole lifetime to make love," he continued. His voice was completely even. "And besides. The honeymoon doesn't start until we say so." I turned my head to look at him. "The honeymoon doesn't start until we say so," I repeated. "Correct." "So we could start it right now."

They drove off into the sunset, feeling happy, loved, and excited for their future together. Over the next few days, they enjoyed a romantic honeymoon in Paris, exploring the city, holding hands, and gazing into each other's eyes. They talked about their future, their dreams, and their plans for a life together. As they sat on a moonlit beach, watching the waves roll in, Max turned to Emily and said, "I promise to love you, cherish you, and support you for all the days of my life. I promise to be your rock, your safe haven, and your partner in every sense of the word."