Lavendar Marriage Novels & Stories

Ariana was happy and wouldn't let go of the bothered Lysander's arm, but they returned home and the union was scheduled for a few days later, when Vlad returned to visit his friend. The entire time he was at home, Lysander begged his father not to force him to recognize as a partner a woman who didn't say anything to him. In desperation, he even confessed to his father that he was gay, but this still convinced him that the best thing for him was to marry Ariana. The day before the Union, Vlad, his sister, the sad Lysander, and some of Vlad's close friends, including the blood priest, who was going to perform the ritual, arrive at the royal Pack and begin preparing everything. On the same day

†_†_†_†_†_†_†FLASHBACK ENDS†_†_†_†_†_† “What? And you agreed?" Lavender gasped, cupping her mouth as tears glimmered in her eyes. My brows furrowed. “What's wrong?" I whispered. "Have I done anything wrong?” "You've done more than wrong! Is that clearly why you're asking me to end my marriage with my husband? Because you want me to marry a mafia Don’s son?” "I just had to.” "You're telling me the marriage isn't healthy for me because I don't love him, but you want me to marry someone else who I don't even know, because it benefits you that way.”

RAVENHURST CLAN Lylah gazed intently at the two figures standing in the centre of the pack as they exchanged their marriage vows. Akira and Zarek looked so happy and so much in love. Soon she would be required to say the vows as well and bond forever with Cormac, but the thought of that made her sad rather than happy. “Why so glum, Lylah?” Kaida asked, rousing her from her thoughts. Lylah turned to her friend, seated beside her on the low bench. Kaida’s eyes were twinkling under the full moon, and the colour of her flushed cheeks almost matched the redness of her hair.

One would think the wedding was his since he'd singlehandedly been planning every step of his master plan carefully for weeks since the mysterious demise of Darius Martel. Initially, the wedding truly was his to Darius' widow, Cayetana Martel, but out of the blue, he woke up feeling like I was of age to marry either of the Martel daughters and prove I had his blood running through my veins. In all the twenty-six years of my life, I hadn't imagined myself marrying anyone anytime soon, that too, a woman like Sofia. I was raised to be merciless, cold and heartless. Looking into those innocent milky pools of the most uncommonly striking green eyes I'd ever seen vividly reflected the delicate nat

~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.

"This is a vanilla chiffon with lavender buttercream. This is a very popular choice for couples looking for something airy and floral.” “Ooh,” I said, my heart fluttering. “That’s me. That’s exactly what I was imagining.” I closed my eyes as I took a bite. Soft. Airy. The lavender wasn’t as harsh as I expected. It just added a floral taste, just the kind of elegance I wanted at my wedding. "I’m not a fan of this flavour. Let’s do something else," Calix deadpanned. Naomi burst out laughing. "I agree with you, dad. Let’s try another flavour."

What I got instead was a room full of people recalculating in real time, my father’s stunned expression collapsing slowly into something that looked, against every odd, like relief; my mother’s hand pressed flat against her chest as if she were physically holding herself in place. “Lydia.” My father caught himself, the old childhood nickname escaping before he could pull it back, the one only family ever used, the one I hadn’t heard in years. He stepped forward and lowered his voice, though I knew the nearest row could still hear him. “Mira. What is this?” “This is the wedding,” I said. “The groom changed. Nothing else did.”

"You need to accept the truth instead of hiding from it. You can still marry him, for the company and for the future." She paused before continuing. "I think a LAVENDER marriage would work." I frowned. "If you're honest with Noah, maybe the two of you can figure something out. He's straight, so it won't be a perfect l lavender marriage, but if he understands, you might still make it work." I nodded without saying a word. "I love you, Cara," she whispered. "More than you'll ever know." A lump formed in my throat. "I... I think I love you too."

She grabbed the box, picking up the gleaming ring under the camera flashes. Seven letter words that spelled *Lavanda* were carved on the edges. She frowned. I can tell what's going on. I was taking this far too seriously—it's supposed to be fake, but I don't do fake. Lisa was still on her feet, watching us. I could see the hesitation in her eyes. I don't know how she thinks getting married works. We do have to get a ring to be a real couple. "Mama bear, don't back out," I whisper.

I asked in confuse. “What is this?!” she said as she gets something infront of her and when she showed a familiar invitation paper, I felt my whole face paled. “Eliana.. Uh..” “Wedding invitation? Lanzetta and Marzon? I though you wouldn’t marry him?” Her eyes and voice were filled with confuse, accusing, surprise and disappointment. Uh oh...