How To Make A Guy Marry You Novels & Stories

Saad scolded her. "Will never say that." "Say it quickly please, you know what, I feel the husband vibes by your calling me by my name." At Saad's this gesture, Haya's face turned into disappointment. It did not remain hidden from Saad. "What happened?" Once again Saad took her face in his hands and asked her lovingly. "How can we marry?" "Same way everyone marries. I mean we both will say "I accept three times". Then we are married. Either you didn't invent a new method of it, is this so?"

before he even started to speak, Charlie was already crying “Things between us always happen in the most unpredictable way possible. I met you here, a little too soon, when you threw yourself into that fountain chasing a rabbit. I ran away from how I felt about you for years and then simply announced that I was going to have a fake marriage with you, without giving you the opportunity to have a decent proposal, the party of your dreams or a romantic honeymoon. But today, in the very place where we met, I want to fix all that. “ he smiled, emotional, before asking the crucial question, reciting each word slowly “Will you marry me again, wife? “Of course I do, husband. “ she laughed through he

“But I don’t scare easily. If you want someone who’ll tell you the truth even when it’s ugly, I’m that person. If you want a puppet, hire someone else.” I watched her carefully. “You’re either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid for speaking to me this way.” “Maybe I’m just tired of powerful men thinking they can intimidate everyone,” she fired back. “You need results. I deliver them. Simple as that.” The tension crackled between us. I could feel the pull, that dangerous familiarity I couldn’t shake. I made a decision. “Marry me,” I said. She blinked. “What?” “Fake marriage. Thirty days, maybe more. In return, you get influence, money, whatever you want. I keep control of my company.”

"It's not like you need to marry the woman, you just need to convince your dad that you're serious about getting married someday. And for that, you just need to introduce him to someone who seems like she could be a good match." "Hmmn, so are you suggesting I find someone to pretend to be my girlfriend for a week?" Logan asked, his eyebrows raised. "Who in their right mind would agree to that?” “ Don't underestimate the power of money. All you need to do is to find the fake girlfriend and pay her off. It's more like you're paying for someone's time and effort, not for love” Logan thought of the suggestion and after a moment, he shook his head continuously. “I..I don't know”

We’re talking about making a baby together. We’re strangers. This is a one-time thing. This is crazy talk. “Are you?” My voice trembles a little. His eyes gleam. “I’ll give you a heads-up now. If I get you pregnant, you’re going to have to marry me. I’m a pretty traditional guy.” I let out a breath. He’s teasing me. “Yeah, right.” I push lightly at his chest. “Because every traditional guy is jumping at the chance to turn his casual hookup into his wife.”

"I want the whole world to know that you are mine and that I am yours. I want us to stand before God and promise each other that no matter what happens, no matter what challenges come our way, we will continue choosing one another every single day for the rest of our lives. I love you more than I could ever explain. You are my greatest happiness, my greatest blessing and my home. So please, marry this man and promote my status from being your boyfriend to becoming your husband."

When I got tired and went out of breath he changed the direction to fool Lucifer and it actually worked. I was panting heavily when he made me stand against the tree to give me support. "Now there is only one way to save you from him!" He said. "What?" I asked while inhaling through my mouth. "We have to find someone to marry you" he paused before saying "Right now" he was sounding dead serious "this is the only way to make him forget you as we don't can't make a married woman our Queen so he will not come for you once you are married," he said casually. He mean to say that I have to marry a stranger? Has he gone crazy or what?

Is this some kind of joke? “I want to marry you here, Trinity. It’s our chance. We can get married again when we’re back in New York. I promise you with my life, I’ll give you the wedding you like, just tell me how you like it. I will make everything possible,” he says, his eyes sparkling with happiness and full of promises. “How can we get married tonight? I think we have to get a license from the French government, and we should at least stay here for a month before they will approve it.”

“So instead of trying to manipulate him into treat you well, you leave immediately because they aren’t putting in the effort and therefore, don’t deserve you.” “Okay now I’ve lost you. You literally make no sense. Are you sure you are up for this? The first thing any magazine or movie on how to get a guy will tell you is to get a makeover. Then, become someone you are not, then when they confess their love, tell them you are not who he thinks you are and then storm off. Then I will leave the country because I am upset but he will follow me to the airport and-“ “That sounds great but we won’t be doing that.” He says as he pursues his lips a little, “And no, you don’t need a makeover.”

"Don't exaggerate. You can easily find someone better than me. It's just that you're lazy." "Well, what can I say," Sean sighed heavily. "Starting a relationship from scratch is not easy." "In that case, just get married right away. Once you find a woman who can understand you in any situation, propose and get married. I'm sure with your friendly and easy-going personality, it won't be difficult to find a partner." "I'll try." "You have to, Sean. Anyway, if one day you come back to Indonesia and want to meet me, the condition is that you have to bring your partner."