Love Marriage Book Novels & Stories

Mother says easily. “You are forcing me to stay married. That’s what this is. You can’t make me have feelings, no matter how long I stay married to Mia.” “Marriages are not just made by being in love, Calder. Love can also be a choice.” I turn back. “Okay, cool, except I’m not choosing, am I?” “Love is made by staying. By endurance. By shared goals. By people who can build together when the feelings are not enough to carry the load.”

"When we choose to love, it may not be very convenient. The first book of Corinthians, chapter thirteen shows us what loving entails. Love is patient, it is kind, it is not jealous, nor boastful or proud..." My eyes were glued to the projector following every line from the passage as he read through it. "Now look at your partner. This is for married couples please," He said jokingly after he finished with reading out the characteristics of love. "First of all, search yourself if you've been loving him/her right." I took a deep search into my heart and I honestly felt I had been loving Ariana wrong even though I loved her to death. If this was the standard God was talking about that I got mos

Her aunt comes forward. “Juhee! Being Married is not something you should be ashamed of. It's a blessing that everyone wants.” Her aunt is a devoted wife. She loves her husband a lot, they had a love marriage. Unlike Juhee and Jacob who were tied to each other because of their family, it was not the same. But there's no way Juhee can say all this to her aunt who cares so much about her. “Aunt! I know what you mean. But everything happened so suddenly, we both got no time to react. We want some time to think. Can't we even have that?” Juhee sounded sad, it was pitiful that she was sad right now.

"How sad that you can't marry the love of your life." "How would you know anything about this?" Abigail snapped at him. "More than you might think, actually," Lyall said, sighing as he cupped his head in his hands. "Love is always tricky, but in our world, its impossible. A marriage is never for love. A marriage is a card you can play, it's an alliance, it's something that can save you from otherwise drowning." "I don't understand," Abigail frowned at him. "How is it like that, though?"

Her eyes were full of deep affection, which only made me want to vomit. "Stop deluding yourself. I stopped loving you a long time ago. Don't you already know that?" Perhaps I should have known all along that Celia knew how much I loved her, which was why she deliberately humiliated me. That was why she agreed to marry me in the first place. Perhaps it was to play the game of keeping her legal husband at home while having affairs on the side? However, she should not have been so naive. "Celia, what you should be doing now isn't stopping me, but going back and stopping your parents from killing that guy. After all, I won't be the one arrested if the doctor calls the police."

“Damian… please…” Lucy’s voice trembled, soft yet urgent, each word carrying the weight of her restraint. “I… I love you, yes, but we have to keep this… this as friends. I’m married now.” She repeated it, firmer this time, hoping the finality of her words could push back the storm inside her.

Love is the decision to stay when it’s hard, to honor when it’s inconvenient, to fight for each other when the world says walk away. And marriage? Marriage is not a contract you tear when emotions fade. It is a covenant, sealed with soul and sacrifice. "Love… supersedes all in marriage," he whispered aloud, finally understanding. "Not beauty. Not sex. Not convenient. Not status. Just… love." That was what he lost. Crystal didn’t just leave him. He drove her away, with his choices, his blindness, his pride. And someone else picked up the broken pieces he had left behind.

I sighed thinking of how my dad is only using marriage as an excuse to move up the popularity and money chain. I mean, who doesn't love a good marriage? But why do I have to marry who my dad wants for him to get what he wants? Why do I have to marry when I'm not ready? The thoughts were running inside my head, making my blood boil. "I'm tired." I sighed, throwing myself onto the bed. "I'm feeling sleepy." Cara sighed climbing up next to me. I smiled softly, looking at her. She looked exhausted, I closed my eyes hoping sleep would take me.

Finally, I asked him in a low voice. "I want you...I want to make love with you beautiful..." He tightened his grip in my waist and whispered in my ear. I blushed red by his shamless words and my heart skipped a beat and my eyes widened in disbelief. He is not that man whom i seen for those two years of our marriage life. How did he changed overnight??? What will be the reason behind this change??? Did he got afraid of grandma??? Does he like to humiliate me in this way??? All these question ran in my head one by one but to say the truth i really don't have a single answer for all these questions.

At the right hand side of the book was a written note. "I fell in love with you the first day I met you. It wasn't love at first sight. My love for you grew gradually and waxed stronger with time. Your personality, your soft hair, your beautiful eyes, your cute voice, your humor, the way you looked away and smiled, I had to walk pass again. Why do I like you? I don't have an answer for that, but I guess......" Suddenly I heard footsteps and I hurriedly tried to put back the sketch book in the drawer when the door opened. I had not finished reading it to know if it was actually for me. But it was obvious, wasn't it? I guess I wasn't the only one writing notes.