It's Better To Marry Than Burn Novels & Stories

There is literally no man in Skyline more gorgeous and loaded than Ashton fucking Laurent! I pulled her back down onto the stool. ‘Okay, calm the hell down. Marriage is still kind of a big deal, don’t you think? This feels… too fast.’ ‘Fast is the new normal,’ she fired back. ‘Half the city’s out here getting hitched after three Tinder swipes. Say yes first, panic later. Worst case, you divorce. Best case, you get to stare at that face every morning over coffee. Win-win.’ Then she smirked, her whole expression going full perv. ‘And let’s be real, you marry him, things are bound to liven up in the bedroom. I mean, you’ve got first-hand experience, haven’t you? He probably fuc—’

Favoring the weak over the strong was something unseen and unheard of. Humans truly were strange. From the look in his eyes, I understood what he wanted to say. I smiled. "The past doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that every day from now on, away from that house, will only get better." Felix nodded, half comprehending. After we registered our marriage, he suddenly reached out and clasped my hand. "Honey." The word rang out with such force that it didn't even make me blush—if anything, it felt like he was about to raise a cup of wine and swear brotherhood with me.

Afterwards, they indeed felt it was wrong. Isabella was about to speak when Quinn interrupted, "Isabella, do you know what a marriage certificate really represents?" Isabella was a bit confused, not knowing what Quinn wanted to say. Quinn glanced at Ava and Caleb, then slowly said, "Legally speaking, when two people get a marriage certificate, it's like handing their lives over to each other. Suppose I was very sick today and needed a family member's signature for rescue, the person who could sign for me would be you - Isabella!"

~The importance of mental well-being has often been an overlooked dynamic in marriages.~ Hailey stood outside her home, the air heavy with anticipation, uncertainty, and a hint of nostalgia. The familiar red door loomed ahead—a barrier between her past and her uncertain future. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay on the other side. She had agreed to give her marriage to Rome a chance, even with the presence of Sarah, his new live-in girlfriend. It felt surreal; this was her home, yet it felt like a place she had no right to enter. Her heart was a tumultuous sea of conflicting emotions, each wave threatening to engulf her.

"I want to marry you. Not tomorrow. Not in a courthouse with catastrophic witnesses and no cake. I want to marry you properly. With flowers. With a dress. With every person we cherish stationed there as witnesses." "You already married me." "I want to execute it again. The correct method. The method my mother would have craved." He seizes my hands. "I've burned my entire existence assembling walls. You demolished them. I've burned my entire existence fleeing from my history. You assisted me in staring it down. I want to plant myself before every person we know and swear to keep grinding forward. Together." "Julian—" "Marry me. Again. Properly. With catastrophic pie and scorched toast and all

"That's really sweet to hear, but I still have doubts. What if we're not compatible in the long run? What if we end up growing apart?" She squeezed my hand gently, her eyes filled with understanding. "He is your mate, nothing can go wrong" she encouraged softly. "But let me share something with you. Marriage is not about guaranteeing a perfect future. It's about embarking on a journey together, facing challenges hand in hand, and growing together as a couple. That’s why we have mates. It's about building a foundation of love, trust, and mutual respect that can withstand any storm." I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, as I made my decision. I knew deep down that Rex was the one for me, t

Looking him in the eyes, she explained, "I don't want to get married now, Tony. Can we just date each other for now? I've been married before and I feel like the love and passion disappears after you get married." Tony frowned at her words. "But I'm not Marco. Your marriage didn't work out because he was the wrong guy. Marriage is beautiful... haven't you learnt anything from your brother? At first, he hurt the woman he thought he didn't love. When he was clear about how he felt, it was too late. Luckily, fate gave him a second chance and I'm sure he will never hurt Tessa again. It's impossible for a man to hurt a woman he loves if he knows what kind of treasure he has.

could I give in to a woman who was not destined by the sky? It was the same as me defying all the fates in this world and I would never have imagined if that would happen to me. Then I also told him that I needed some time to marry him, I have four guards and now I have only just found you, especially as you are still training quite long and complicated. I want to focus on you finding my other four guardians and then perfecting them. Only then can I be confident in deciding to get married, after all this is a very very difficult and complicated choice but if I just keep quiet of course it will never happen- what and this is such a terrible thing for anyone. getting married while my guard is

"And you shall replace Beta Calista as the Alpha's wife." My head spun. The words slammed into me like a tidal wave. The events from yesterday replayed in my mind, each one worse than the last. How in Moon Goddess’ name am I supposed to marry that…monster? My stomach churned violently, threatening to betray me. My heart pounded like a frantic drum, and more tears streamed down my face, unrestrained. The Alpha’s expression remained a blank mask, unreadable and terrifying. I gathered every ounce of courage I had left and spoke, my voice trembling but loud enough to deliver my message.

"I told you the truth in the garden. Every word of it. But I won't pressure you. We're partners in this war. Whatever else we become—that's up to you." I thought about our three years of marriage—the coldness, the manipulations, the slow reveal of truths we'd both been too afraid to share. I thought about the man who'd carried me out of a burning building when I was fifteen. The man who'd pushed me to become something harder, sharper, stronger. The man who'd confessed his love the night before we risked everything. "Ask me again," I said. "What?" "Ask me what we are. What we could become."