I Never Will Marry Novels & Stories

Singing Oh, yeah How many girls in the world can make me feel like this? Baby, I don't ever plan to find out The more I look, the more I find the reasons why You're the love of my life You know one of these days, when I get my money right Buy you everything and show you all the finer things in life Will forever be enough, so there ain't no need to rush But one day, I won't be able to ask you loud enough I'll say, "Will you marry me?" I swear that I will mean it I'll say, "Will you marry me?"

I started “Why didn't you ever change your name to your maiden name after we divorced” She looked at me and smiled “Maybe I just like the ring of your name next to mine” “And it's going to be like that forever” I replied with a smile

Still… I’ll never marry him, never live with him, never raise a child with him. That triad, in this particular setting, in this particular moment, seems sort of… Incomprehensible to me. Like, who would pass any of that up? I’m on the verge of raising my hand, but then I remind myself—these actually aren’t options that have been presented to me. And really—truly—if they were… What the hell do I know about a perfect marriage—because that’s what Nick deserves. What the hell do I know about living in a foreign country? This is the first time I’ve ever been to one.

I have to, I have someone I'm going to marry and I'm not coming back Don't look for me I already left the country, take care of the house and pay the debt, if you don't want to be homeless..... Whatever it takes a kid to survive...."

"Clarice, do you think dropping hints or slipping in sly remarks about marriage will change anything? You've done it way too many times and I'm so sick of it. So, you're decorating a venue now to set up some wedding ambush?" Since he hadn't seen my message, he had no idea that today wasn't about him at all—it was someone else's wedding. But his cold gaze settled on me, hardened by assumptions, void of any previous tenderness. "Give up already. No matter how many times you try, I'm never going to marry you." Despite my bruises, the words hit deeper than any pain, chilling me to the bone. 'Give up already. I'm never going to marry you,' the words echoed in my brain.

“How could you? You got married, Anya! Married! And you didn’t even tell me? Do you know how shocked I was to hear it from that man's mouth?” “I didn’t exactly send out invites,” I mumbled. “Evans, it’s not what you think.” “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he snapped. “Aren't you head over heels for Cross? And now you’re married to Hunter Steele? Hunter Steele, Anya! The guy people cross the street to avoid.” I swallowed hard. “It’s complicated, Evans. Remember when I went to meet Cross at the bar on Valentine's day?" I proceeded to explain everything that happened at the bar to Evans.

"Don't you know how difficult things are for us right now? The Hammonds are watching us closely, and you still dare to mess with her?" The cane landed heavily with a thud. Tim did not move an inch. He did not even frown. "Next month, you're marrying the girl from the Watson family," William said firmly. Tim smiled suddenly. "I'll decide on my own marriage, Dad." He met William's furious gaze without flinching. "I don't want to repeat your mistake of marrying a woman you don't love and ruining both lives." His words cut straight into William's heart. Back then, William had left his first love and married a woman of equal standing for the family's sake. In the end, the marriage fell apart, and

It felt like a place meant to impress, not live in. Lucas tossed his jacket onto a chair and finally turned to face her. “This marriage is an arrangement,” he said bluntly. “Nothing more.” Amara swallowed. “I understand.” “No, you don’t.” His gaze hardened. “So I’ll make it clear.” He walked toward her slowly, stopping just close enough to be intimidating. “You will live here. You will attend public events when necessary. You will behave as my wife in public and remain invisible in private.” Her fingers curled into the fabric of her gown. “And what about—”

"Once we're married, he'll never have another chance to harass you like this." I nodded and leaned against Matteo's shoulder. I knew I needed to marry Matteo as soon as possible and cut off Enrico's delusions completely.

Day smirked. “’It was only once…’ ‘I promise it’ll never happen again…’ ‘Oh, Mish, baby, come on. We can make this work.’” Mish imitated a man’s voice. “Once my arse. Never happen again my arse. We can make this work my bloody vagina!” “I am never getting married.” I grinned, hiding behind my wine glass. “There’s more drama in it than anyone needs.” “Word,” Dayton muttered. “Did you get my truffles?”