Lavendar Marriage Novels & Stories

Everyone turned and Mrs Rose Lane just sipped through her coffee always so casually. “I love him and you do not have the right to say I do not. We all know you want him too so drop with the pretense and join the cue” Miss Lavender hiss but Mrs Lane was not having it. She throws away the empty coffee mug while walking over to the over-pompous English teacher. “If you have not noticed... I am married and I am wearing a ring. I am not one of those who are married and still go after others.” She walks to the door turns back and stares at the surprised teachers.

She stood in a void as the vision slowly unfolded before her. This time, the timeline was clearly later than the last. Years had passed since Celesta’s death. Livia had seemed lost ever since, a shadow over her gaze that never quite lifted. Until one day—Edgar arranged her marriage to Marcellus. The wedding in the dream was magnificent. The grandest cathedral in the royal city. The most solemn vows. The most jubilant blessings. Livia, in her white gown, walked slowly but with purpose. Marcellus stood at the altar with eyes full of warmth, looking only at her.

And then there were the toasts. Helena rose first, her slow regality, cane resting on the chair. "I wasn't always in favor of the concept of this marriage," she said, dry and deliberate voice. "But to see them now, I know love can bloom in the most unlikeliest soil. Vandaulf… my son, you've chosen a storm dressed as peace. And Lily… dear one, you've chosen a fortress with a heartbeat." She raised her glass. "May your battles be worthy of your love." A buzz moved along the tables—half laugh, half amazement. Lily's eyes filled up.

Lavender: "You’re not doing breakfast?" Easton asked me on the call. I didn’t have my phone anymore after it broke last time, so he had to call the driver to speak with me. "I can’t face all those people again," I said, sighing under my breath. "Besides, I’ve already missed so many days of college. I don’t want to fall behind in my studies anymore." I continued to sigh. It had only been yesterday that I got married to that prick. I spent the night unable to sleep in my bedroom. Every time I got dizzy, I recalled the incidents leading up to me waking up handcuffed to the bed and forced to sign the marriage papers.

“If he marries her, he’s definitely inheriting everything. I need a stronger political marriage, but there’s no one left.” Daniel hummed on the other end, clearly thinking. “What about Brandon?” I stopped pacing. “Brandon?” I repeated, like the name itself was poisonous. Brandon Kingsley was the last person I’d ever consider for anything, let alone marriage. The thought alone made my stomach twist. We were rivals. He was the guy who stole the fraternity president position from me. The guy who always outshined me, no matter how hard I worked. But worse than that— He was a man and it's well known that he was gay

... While I waited for my dress, Desmond appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my arm and pulling me outside. He looked scruffy and unhinged. "Let's go to City Hall and get our marriage certificate." My head spinning, I realized he had lost it. I yanked my arm free, glaring at him. "How long are you gonna keep this up? Do you have to ruin my life? Can't I have a good day? I wasted 13 years on you. Can't you stop being so selfish?"

As such, this so-called opportunity had fallen into my lap instead. Emma smiled triumphantly. "The dragon clan's palace is resplendent. You're so lucky, Lilian." That night, Father sent a butler to the elves' temporary residence to discuss the specific details of the marriage. The wedding was scheduled to be held in Sapenthia Chapel in three days. Mother gave Emma a magic accessory box that had been passed down through several generations as a wedding gift. On the day of the wedding, I accompanied my family to the elves' temporary residence—Oak Manor—and met Aleron again.

“Is he? Were they together? But he’s married! Is Jonas still in the closet? Or is his marriage just a…I don’t know what it’s called. You know the one I’m talking about, where the woman is married to a gay man?” I raised an eyebrow as I giggled a little. “Sometimes I forget how old you are,” I teased. “It’s called a lavender marriage, and it’s not just when a woman marries a gay man. The woman can also be gay, which is the case in this instance. I don’t care what his relationship is like. What I care about is that he crushed my best friend. He’s lucky I didn’t kick him in the balls so hard that they were lodged in his throat.” He chuckled as he nodded. “We are lucky. Okay, so what do we do ab

Alexander who saw her reaction had a smile in his eyes but he immediately hid it. He had actually recognised Lauren when she came closer and he heard her name. He knew her because he had investigated the big families in the country and he knew the Sterling family had an heiress who cut ties with the family after her mother’s death and the betrayal of her father. He also knew that she was in a relationship with a man. He also recognised her face so he hadn't thought twice before agreeing to get married to her, and also, he changed his mind the moment he took the certificate—No divorce. “I need you to understand something, Lauren,” he said quietly. “Now that we’re married, there’s no turning b

Wendy handled her like a pro, keeping my world spinning without a hitch. However, at the wedding, Ella lost it, crashed the party, and started flinging insults like confetti. "Jim, it all makes sense now. You're so eager to divorce me because you've been fooling around with this homewrecker. How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?" Wendy slipped her arm through mine, beaming with a smile. "Not everyone gets their kicks from cheating like you do. We've got our principles, you know."