I Don T Want To Marry Novels & Stories

Instead, I had simply given, loving him with everything I had. Leander held the phone away from his ear, absentmindedly picking at it before replying with no trace of concern, "Yeah, the wedding's off. And the Fowlers? They're not even a blip on my radar. Believe me. I could wipe every trace of them from Sorvello by tomorrow." He ignored the sobs and protests from the other end and hung up.

she asked sequentially. “If you are thinking of the child, don’t worry because I will still support both of you, and of course, I will recognize it because it is our child. But I’m sorry that I can’t promise you marriage anymore, and I don’t have any plans to annul our marriage,” Leonard said.

continued Rick, his eyes flashing, with the faintest bit of fear creeping into his voice. "Give me a break, men. I'm already worrying about how I'll tell this to Karen," I said, leaning against the booth, my brain weighed down with the problem. Karen was the only person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. But who cared if I was being forced to marry another? "Man, why can't you just introduce her to your parents?” Josh asked practically. "Do you actually expect that to happen? What do you think they'll do when I introduce her to them? They'll definitely separate us up," I snapped back, my tone acidic.

Not because I am not sure that it is her I want to marry but because I am not sure about myself. It isn’t because I don’t want to get married but it’s a matter of I couldn’t yet. Marriage is spending your entire life with that person you love the most so what if she will learn that I am not the right person for her to spend her life with or I would figure out vice-versa.

And I don't want to love or be loved. Love turned my mother into a cripple, love causeed her nothing but pain and sorrow. I don't want it. I want something different, an entire fate from my parents, which is why I decided that I am never going to get married. "Zayden", mother calls. Her voice is shaky and I look up to see tears swelling up in her eyes. "I know why you don't want to be married." She declares. "Mother, I am just 26", I try to convince her to stop talking about the topic. I am still young, I can start thinking of marriage after 10 years when I have accomplished a lot in my company and established more branches all over America as planned.

I say, my focus shifting on preventing myself from getting married. I am a very romantic person, marrying someone I have never met is not the kind of person I want to be. I want to fall in love at first sight, stay up late and watch movies or talk and laugh the night away. I want to go on dates, I want to get flowers, I want to have a kiss before I walk through my front door. And now, I…I won’t get to have any of that. I start looking at the door, waiting for someone handsome to take me away from this reality.

he asked again. "No!!!" I exclaimed. "Then what is the problem?" Ryan asked, exasperated. "I'm just busy. I don’t want to settle down and be a simple housewife," I explained, and Ryan smiled. "But that can’t be the reason," Ryan insisted. "I don’t want to talk about it; I just can’t get married. It’s not for me," I asserted. I could not tell him that I was not meant to marry. "Try to understand your parents or make them understand you," Ryan suggested.

I said showing the disappointment I hid for his actions in my eyes. “I do not want to marry.” He shouted, making me take a step back, but I heard his words. “What?” I asked him frowning. “I do not want to get married. Not now and not ever and I will make my Mom wait as much time as possible to give any assurance that I will get married.” He replied stepping near to me. “But why?” I asked him more confused. “Because I do not believe in marriage. It is just an act for the society, and the people will continue to live together even when they do not want to like my parents.” He replied holding my shoulders tightly in a daze like he is not here.

The moment I stepped through the door, I heard someone ask, "Adrian, do you regret marrying Clara?" He answered without hesitation, "I do. If I could go back in time to 10 years ago, I'd wish I'd never fallen in love with her." The pain in my chest became so unbearable that I could barely breathe. If 18-year-old Adrian had heard those words, I knew for a fact that he would've hated the man he'd become 10 years later.

He didn't want to marry on a whim, so he chose not to marry at all. Wasn't that perfectly reasonable?