Marriage And Sword Novels & Stories

"Now that is the only thing that put our marriage to asunder. He has the money, he should get a cook." Ema folded his arms as he wondered how much of a problem the contract marriage would turn out to be. Their house would have a chimney, he thought. Arguing morning and night, day in and day out would rent their marital home in flames. The chimney would help with emitting all of the heat. "Since you won't be working, you should try and be a nice little housewife." Ema told her dryly. "A nice little housewife? Seriously?" Lila was waving the fork dangerously now and Ema feared she would pierce her spotless face or even her pretty eyes with it.

I wished time could halt, granting us an eternity of joyous moments. When she hid, I sought. I vowed never to let her slip away again, not in this life or a million, billion, or gazillion years. My love for Aceia and our kids ran deep, and I pledged to give them everything the world had to offer. In this moment, the marriage that started as a deal had finally transformed into a union of genuine love.

I said pushing her hand off my stomach. “I see, first fight after your marriage is normal…”she started I shook my head, “what do you mean? That Harris and I are fighting?” I asked, she nodded, I looked away, “WE HAVE WORK” I greeted my teeth, she stood, and walked back to her desk. “okay, I’ll just give you this piece of advice, every marriage has its ups and downs” she said with a sad smile, I looked away, but we are not married. I love him, while he can’t! And never will!

Mary sat next to him and said in a calm voice, "Natasha is right. We can't marry her to a wheelchair-bound man." Lucas looked at Mary and said angrily, "What do you mean? Are you asking me to ruin my company for your daughter? If it is what you are wishing for, then you are wrong. I will never ever do this. The marriage will happen. I had let my dignity and begged Mr. Center's Grandfather for a chance. I can not waste it" "Not at all. It is time to bring back your mistress's daughter," Mary said with a sly smile. Lucas was completely stunned when he heard Mary's words.

And… A fellow she used to know. Elira stiffened. His voice was relaxed. "Elira. Haven't seen you in a while.". Her lips opened, but she remained silent. He drew nearer. "I need a favor." Her legs nearly buckled. "What… what kind of favor?" His eyes drilled into her. "A marriage. To me. One year. No strings. In return, I'll settle your debts, pay for your brother's treatment, and provide you with enough to begin anew." She blinked.

Morien’s voice echoes through the bond. “I can’t!” A voice from the ocean calls out. "Choose one." “What?” "Choose one!" The water trembles around us. I can’t have all four. The sword will only bind to one mate. “But I need all of them,” I say, shaking. The sword begins to sink deeper into the stone as its glow fade. “It's rejecting you!” Miriam chokes. “Choose!” “I can’t!” The sea begins closing in. The parted waters surge back toward us. The sword goes cold and the voice fades.

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

“ Father's will stated that after three years of marriage, all his property would be transferred to your husband and— correct me if I'm wrong—today is your third wedding anniversary, isn't it dear sister?” My blood ran cold as I gripped the door knob for strength. My legs were failing. “ I-I don't understand…” She rolled her eyes, tapping my chest after each word, the force making me stagger back. “ You. Have. Nothing.”

Utmost pride filled me knowing over 60% of these buildings are owned by Caruso holdings, or, rather me. Who would’ve thought marrying someone could stir up so much trouble? It’s not like we’re going to have kids or produce an heir or something. I doubt if we would even be doing the act. One of the terms in the contract stated we wouldn’t have to satisfy each other sexually as is expected of a married couple. But, I certainly wouldn’t mind… No, what am I thinking? I shake my head and reach for my glass, I pour some whiskey in it and down it all at once.

And since coming to Ryder’s pack, there had never been a reason to mention it. “Only the first half is true,” I said, raising my sword again as she prepared to strike. “I was married to him,” I admitted, gripping my sword a little tighter. “Some are just lucky. Getting all the hot guys,” she said, pressing her blade down against mine. I barely managed to shove her sword away, stumbling back just in time as she struck again. The tip of her blade hit the ground just inches from my head, sending dirt flying in the air.