I Don T Want To Marry Mga Nobela at Kwento

his voice thundered. I shook my head. I looked at him intently in the eyes and say my whims. “I don’t want to engage in a marriage that has no label, Calix. Yes, we are married but the meaning of marriage is for a couple who has feelings for each other,” I said and then struggle from his tight grip. “I don’t want a marriage without even feelings involve, Calix…” I sadly muttered. “Because I believe that being married, it will be happy and there’s love on it.” I added soundly.

" he asked in his calm voice like he was talking to his five-year-old child. "No, you are my only family and I don't want to get a new one,'' I said stubbornly while looking down at the floor. I don't know how to explain it to him. It's too much for me to get married this early. I have a big responsibility for myself and without fulfilling it I don't want to get married or anything which will distract me from my goal. The marriage thing seemed so big to me.

I let the silence stretch, watching them squirm before finally speaking. “You all act as if you have a say in my personal affairs,” I said, my voice laced with disdain. “Let me make one thing very clear, you don’t. My wedding will not be delayed, and I sure as hell won’t be taking any ridiculous DNA test just to soothe your egos.” I don’t want to marry Liam. Not for anything. But at this point, what I want doesn’t matter anymore. These vultures will stop at nothing to destroy me.

“Why can’t I just date who I want? It’s not like I’m getting married tomorrow, anyway. Or maybe I should.” “Don’t even joke about that.”

I believed that as long as I married him, he would one day fall in love with me. But unexpectedly, my wishful thinking never came to pass. In this life, I was going to reset the script. Silas read the words on the stick in shock. Clara slowly walked toward Silas while everyone else was cheering. [The male lead wanted to marry Jane. What’s going on?!] [Didn’t Jane tamper with the sticks? Regardless, she should be picked instead!] [The male lead looks calm. But I’m sure he must be losing his mind.] I stood below the stage.

Melanie said coldly. I got up from the bed immediately. "I don't....I don't want to get married like this. I think that I should have some kind of say on what is going on in my life. I really don't want this. I don't want the marriage like this!" I said. I tried my best to think of a reason why I should not be getting married. Melanie just scoffed at me. Clearly she was not taking me seriously at all.

"What are you talking about?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I'm not getting married. If I ever did, I wouldn't want to be tied down to anyone. Ever. I'm not having children. I'm done. It's time for me to live my life on my own terms. To go wherever I please, see whoever I wish to see. I'm not interested in marriage or kids or boyfriends or boyfriends' or girlfriends' or anybody else's. I don't care about the whole 'marriage and babies' thing and I'm definitely not getting married." I paused. "At least not anytime soon. So, if that's all you wanted to discuss, I suggest you stop making stupid assumptions and leave me alone." Alaric watched me intently for a minute, his frown deepen

Patrick, who seemed to figure out the embarrassment on my face, asked me in a somewhat unhappy tone, "Why? Don't you want to marry me?" "No." I reached out and touched my cheeks, "I am willing to. And I will marry no one else but you. But we don't have to hold a wedding ceremony. It's so troublesome. And..." "Do you mind that I married someone else previously?" He interrupted me. "Of course not." I quickly denied it and explained, "It's just that I think that when it comes to getting married, it's too troublesome. We should be prepared for too many things. In that case, we'd better stay at home and have a good rest for a whole day."

she stopped herself, shaking her head once, “And what am I supposed to do if you bring home some perfect wife one day? Smile at her? Sit across from her at dinner knowing what you and I were doing in secret?” I stared at her then actually laughed once because the idea sounded ridiculous to me. “I’m not getting married.” She frowned, “You say that now.” “No,” I corrected calmly, “I mean ever.” That got her attention. I shrugged lightly and leaned back against the desk again, “I don’t want marriage.” “That’s a very strange thing to say.” “It’s not strange. It’s practical.” “There you go again with the practical thing.” I ignored that. “I don’t need a wife,” I continued. “I don’t need romance.

"Do you want to marry Richard? Yes or no. Simple question." "What I want doesn't matter—" "Answer the question." "No!" The word burst out of me. "No, I don't want to marry him. I don't want to resign. I don't want to give up everything I've worked for. But I don't have a choice!"