Love Can't Wed Novels & Stories

I shouted in anger. If only looks could kill. " Well too bad cause your thumbprint on this contract states that you agreed to get married to him or else your mother would be arrested and sent to prison for life" Rachel said sarcastically with a wide smirk on her face. My eyes went wide as saucers, what do they mean?. " What are you talking about! I never thumbprinted anything" I asked curiously, fear was slowly starting to seep in my mind and I felt myself going insane.

I may not get the answer to the question, but I just really wanted to ask it out loud. “You know, Convel, I believe in fate and love.” My eyes doubled in size when I heard him say that. Not everyone is a believer of fate and loves to marry someone our kind. Weddings for werewolves are like a convenience, well some of us fall in love too after the marriage. “My wife and I got married because of love.” I nod and look behind Gorrett. His wife is signaling me to not say anything by putting her forefinger near her lips. I smile and bring back my gaze to Gorett, who is now talking about his love for his wife.

The ceremony was a testimony to the love that has overcome all adversity, and the promise of eternal love was exchanged amid applause and tears of happiness. Kath and Harry's wedding not only marked the beginning of a new journey together, but also symbolized the strength of love that has stood the test of time and circumstance. United by commitment and mutual understanding, they embarked on their new married life, ready to face the ups and downs with the certainty that their love was truly unbreakable.

But is it possible that love can come only with a brief meeting? The ego and his mind try to deny it all, but when Liza accidentally sees it then smiles at him, making Robert no longer able to deny it. He had fallen in love with his employee. Although there is no reason how and what made him like Liza. But when someone has fallen in love, they don't need a reason. *** The plane that brought Alex and Precious to the city of Havana for a honeymoon for the newlyweds finally landed. Alex dragged his suitcase while holding Precious's hand. Everyone who sees them will immediately recognize them as newlyweds because their faces shine and look very happy.

I shot back, tears already welling in my eyes as I turned to face my mother. “Do you realize just how important this ceremony is? Damon Cruz is finally willing to take a partner that fits to his taste, and you could be one of them.” She huffed, pacing back and forth, an old habit she used to do when she was either stressed or nervous. “How many times do you want to me to repeat myself mother? I do not want to be chosen! If I had a choice, I wouldn’t even attend this dumb-excuse-of-a-ceremony!” I snapped, standing up from my position and adjusting my sleeveless red gown that effortlessly reached all the way down to the floor.

But now, I had no choice. “Fine,” I said, my voice shaking with anger. “We will get married now. But know this, Cynthia. I do not love you, and I never will.” She smirked, her eyes glinting with triumph. “Love is not necessary for a successful marriage, Aiden. You will learn to love me in time.” I wanted to scream in frustration as I followed her to the wedding hall. My life was spiraling out of control, and I had no idea what to do next.

In the quiet embrace of the café, Aiden and Emily found themselves grappling with the intricacies of their unrequited love. Their eyes locked, conveying a depth of emotion that words alone could not capture. Each sip of coffee served as a poignant reminder of the bitter reality they faced. "Emily," Aiden began, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and tenderness, "we must confront the truth that our hearts belong elsewhere. To pursue a marriage based on such a fragile foundation would only lead to a lifetime of discontentment."

It was a beautifully carved ring with a phoenix shape on the surface. It was beautiful. Steph could not close her mouth. She was shocked by what she saw. George got down from the bed and knelt on one knee, and asked the question. "From the moment you started following me back then in the village, I knew I liked you. Though we were young, I knew you were the one. Even if I have other women on my side, you were always on my mind. I was scared of losing you if you were close to me, but not anymore. I want to make you mine and mine alone forever. Stephany Jackson, will you give me the honor of being mine forever. Marry me"

“Just… thinking how far we've come.” Softly, he pressed a kiss to her temple. “Tomorrow, you’ll walk toward me. And when you do, I’ll know every battle, every heartbreak, every scar led me to this. She turned toward him, and their foreheads touched. “I love you, Saben Thompson,” she whispered. “And I'll spend forever proving it,” he whispered back. The city had gone quiet; the stars were witness. The next day would mark their beginning-a love story amidst chaos, founded on faith, forgiveness, and unyielding devotion. The wedding of the year was no longer just a headline. It was a promise sealed in love, in light, and in forever.

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ