Mario And Princess Peach Married Novels & Stories

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

"Are you trying to kidnap me? You better not because my mom will find you and probably take this pretty skin off from you." He gave me a daring look but kept driving until we reached a beautiful landscape an hour later. He got out of the car and opened the door for me. As soon as I was out, he held my hand and started walking until we reached a point from where the beautiful view of the valley down below could be seen. "Start talking," he said, arms crossed and eyes studying me. "What do you wanna know?" "What's going on with this marriage thing?" "Mario asked me to marry him."

The see of people coming and going as they take their seats doesn’t let me have a look at my future husband. I have to admit the wedding planner did a superb job: our garden looks like a magical fairy tale with fairy lights all over the tent and a beautiful arch made of flowers on the far end of the garden, where I am going to join my life with a complete stranger. I don’t even know his name, we just call him Nikolay's son, no one bother to ask what his name was because it wasn’t important. We are getting married no matter what, his name, physical appearance, and every other detail about him is irrelevant; it won’t change anything. I am doomed to enter this marriage.

I could see his parents sending him death glares and the relief on my parents' faces. He finally got to the altar and stood facing me. What took you so long? the priest emphasized. Dylan didn't respond, he just kept a straight face. The priest took hold of the marriage book and began the process by saying a word of prayer. He read out the marriage rites and we exchanged vows. We wore our rings and were joined by the priest. "Now with the power vested upon me, I pronounce you Lucinda Andros and Dylan Talen Husband and Wife and I pray that God Almighty bless this holy matrimony. You may kiss the bride". He proclaimed.

My jaw dropped to the ground and my heart flustered as he wrapped his hand around my shoulder and pulled me close to himself. Mario looked at me probably for an explanation, and I bit my bottom lip. My heart lit up in excitement for no reason and my cheeks flushed. "Ashley... You are married?" Mario asked surprisingly, and I looked at Asher. "Yes, I am... Uhm... Mario...meet my husband, Asher. Asher, meet Mr. Mario, my senior," I finally introduced them. "She said you are her senior, and I hope you'll keep it at that. I am very good at marking my territory and I don't like having another man lurking around my woman..." Asher shoved me behind me and stood in front of me.

"King Carl of Everton do you take Princess of Azrael as your wife and queen?" Carl sighed, thinking. I can't believe, I'm marrying this annoying Princess. After a few seconds, he replied "I do" Zara scoffed. What took him so long to reply. She should be the one thinking. After all, she was the one marrying such an arrogant person. "Princess Zara of Azrael do you take king Carl of Everton as your husband and king." Zara rolled her eyes. "I do" "I now pronounced you husband and wife, and also king and queen. You may now kiss the bride."

I heard a scream, a growl, and a few other terrifying sounds before my husband came back to me with a wicked grin on his face. "All clear," he declared as he reached out his hand. I accepted his hand, smiling nervously. "I married Jackie Chan," I muttered. He kissed my forehead and whispered, "Those weren't strong opponents." I shook my head, praying there wouldn't be any more surprises on our way. Of course, that didn't happen. As soon as we turned around the corner, another shooter approached us. Aren got him before I acknowledged where the bullets came from, but then turned to face me with a grim look.

I snapped and the lights went off as I dozed off I opened my eyes, glanced around the dark room only to find out that I was alone and a dark Jinn appeared gigantic before me "Did you forget we made a deal？"He rasped "I did not forget about it. I got married to Don as you said" "You got married to him but the marriage was not only about the vows. It was also about responsibilities which you failed to do as his wife. Go back to Donald's villa as a wife" "I can't. My pay was to marry him, not to become his wife. I have a family to care for" "I can eliminate your so-called family with a snap. Do what I told you to do and stop being an ingrate" He said as he disappeared and I felt a slight touch

Liora’s POV The curtain yanked open. Evan stood there. I was still up on the platform. Viola was on the floor, curled like a fainting damsel. Not moving. He rushed to her side, arms cradling her like she might break in two. Then he looked up at me, jaw clenched. “What did I tell you the other day? If you keep acting like a drama queen, I won’t marry you!” I almost laughed. Such a cheap little act—and he’d bought it wholesale.

The police’s words put us completely at ease. When we walked out of the police station, Shen Zeyan held my hand. The street lamps stretched our shadows long. He said softly: “I’m sorry. I’ve been too busy lately and neglected you, leaving you to face this alone. No matter what happens from now on, we’ll solve it together.” I shook my head: “We’re husband and wife. We should face everything together.” At that moment, I deeply realized: True marital security comes from trust and standing together, not from testing and hiding.