Man Marries Himself Novels & Stories

“And the press” A knot formed in my stomach. “I'll be introducing you as my wife” For a second, I forgot how to breathe. “So… tomorrow” “Tomorrow” “But we won't even be married yet”. I said “We will”. Damian replied I blinked. “When” “This afternoon” I stared at him. “This afternoon?”. “Yes” “As in…”. I glanced at the wall clock on the wall. “…Today?” Damian checked his watch as though we were discussing a business meeting instead of a marriage.

I clamored, my voice rising. “It’s not. There’s one thing left to do after the marriage,” he said, avoiding my eyes. “And what is that?” I asked, my tone sharp with interest. His fingers touched the table, tapping against the surface in a rhythm that screamed of his unease. “The marriage of marking you. Like the way a wolf marks his mate,” Julius clarified, his grave face finally turning to me. “That’s the real binding of marriage. But I thought it wouldn’t be needed since you’re mortal. That it wouldn’t have any effect. But it’s the other way.”

Or should I call him my husband? I stared at the registered marriage certificate between me and this man clearly, without a mistake, dumbfoundedly. I clicked my tongue, attempting to look cool. “I… Sir Manzo, I pray that this is just one of the jokes you like to play?” He slightly frowned, shaking his head in disagreement. “I’m afraid not. This is a real, legitimate, reliable, and credible marriage certificate between you and me.” I slapped the table between us in slight anger, “Still!” I huffed, moving my eyes to him, “Last night was just a play.”

They faced each other and Mariana had no choice but to look up into his eyes. He spoke first. "I, Marcello Colombo, take you, Mariana Anderson, as my lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part." How sweet the words sounded from his mouth. There was no mention of the word 'love'. Mariana held back her tears as she recited the words expected of her and the priest blessed their rings.

"You can begin, notary." "Sir, you can't perform this marriage. I refuse to marry him. You can't marry me if I'm saying I don't want to," Manuela confronted the notary, who looked at her with some pity. "Dear, you're just a bit nervous, but I'm sure you'll get married and be very happy with your husband," the notary replied kindly, but making it clear he would perform the marriage. "You're in on this too? Another one who sold out to Mr. Calvin? My God! How do you sleep at night?" Manuela looked at the notary with disgust.

Third person's POV " I am already married to a girl," Manik replied. " Enough!! What nonsense are you talking about? " Viraj Sahni asked. " Yes, I got married yesterday. " Manik said looking into Viraj's eyes. " Stop kidding, none of us is enjoying it. It is not at all funny, Manik." Mehul said glaring at Manik. " I am not kidding, I really got married yesterday. So if I am already married, I can't marry anyone else now. " Manik said.

He just hopes his feelings are wrong. . . . "Hey, how are you?" Vincent looked at Carmen as she sat in front of him. "I'm fine. As you can see I've resumed work." Carmen nodded. "Yeah, I can really see that." Vincent equally nodded without words. "So I was wondering...about your decision to marry me. I think we should pull through with it." Vincent shook his head. "I can't marry you, Carmen." Carmen's brows furrowed in confusion. "Why?"

She poked his red nose playfully. “Older men tend to spend more for young girls. Just two bankrupt fogies were enough for me in the past.” “You got married twice?” Eric gasped, as his heart thumped at the mere thought of a competition. “No, I compelled them, fool. They signed everything in my name without any fuss. A marriage certificate was necessary for the legal flow of funds; otherwise, I am not crazy to marry anyone. Humans! My foot! Have you seen any wolf marrying a steak or meat loaf in your life?”