Novel & Cerita Marriage Consummation Stories

It was a message from Elena. "Thanks for taking me home. Dinner tomorrow. No excuses." As I stared at the words, my emotions were tangled. Ten years ago, I was kidnapped by an enemy family. It was sixteen-year-old Luca who saved me. At the time, I did not even know his name. A month later, when I saw him again at a business gala, I recognized him instantly. That was when I fell in love. The marriage alliance had been an opportunity I begged my father for. During the three years of our marriage, Luca treated me well. On my birthday, he would arrange an entire fireworks display, reserving the venue a month in advance. He sent small gifts to my friends as well.

Maximus said, making me smile. "Thank you so much, my love," was all I could say before kissing him deeply, which again sparked the heat between us, filling us with joy only we could give each other. I was happy to know that Maximus Lardizabal was truly my husband now and that our marriage was for life, no longer just a one-year contract for intimacy. This is the story of my love life, which started with a contract and ended in real life as true partners facing life's challenges together.

In their three years of marriage, she had never called him by his name. “What? How can you say that?” “Then what do you have to say about this?” she asked waving his jacket at him. “My jacket? What happened to it?” “See for yourself, why do you have used condoms inside your jacket? So this was why you returned late last night and refused to eat? You have gone to see your mistress and you've eaten both the mistress and her food, is that it?” Noah sat up quickly. “Is this some joke? Used condoms? Are you joking with me? What do you mean by you found that in my clothes? Babe, you know I'll never cheat on you, common, you know that.”

He said and I nodded. " We will have a registered marriage." " Real one?? " " Of course... We can't convince them without that. " " Hmm ok... " " We need a story to tell them, how we met... what do you suggest?? " " Let's keep it simple... The way it was... We had an accident. You saved my life. Gradually we fell for each other. That ways it would not be entirely a lie. " " But we can't tell them that we met just 3 days ago. Let's make it for about 2 months. What about your family?? "

Looks like Rohan has done his homework and isn’t just blindly falling in love with his fateful mate. “As someone who meets a lot of people in the kingdom, I have heard various stories no matter how ridiculous they are. It has happened before about a man wolf who mates with someone who is married. That counts as her second chance mate as her ex-husband is someone who is rude and likes to abuse her. So the case was closed with people assuming that it was a blessing from the Moon Goddess for that woman.” “Where are you going with such a talk?” “I’m just saying that being a mate with someone who is already married is not something strange anymore. But, to be a mate with someone who is pregnant…

Cold has crept into his eyes, like he's condemning himself for whatever has to happen that night, like it's his fault. “What about it?” The minister speaks. Vade looks down at his hands with a clenched jaw. “I’m concerned about the consummation.” I immediately wrack my brain for why that word sounds so familiar. There are so many customs and traditions I don't remember about this word, but for some reason this one hits me all at once. “Consummation…we have to have sex?” I blurt out. “It’s customary in royal marriages," the minister scrambles to aid, his fingers quivering slightly as he adjusts the lapel of his jacket.

- KAREN MILLER POV On a beautiful sunny afternoon, Anthony asked me to marry him, making me almost have the baby due to the strong emotion I felt. I can't forget his words "Love of my life, I want it, and I want it madly, I will fight for it to be eternal"

“I just received a little… cultural education if you will. A brief masterclass in what it means to be married to a gangster.” His jaw tightens fractionally at my deliberate use of the insulting word. He thinks he’s much more than some common hoodlum. “Do enlighten me.” “I overheard the delightful specifics of how marriage works in your world,” I say, letting the bitterness drip from each carefully enunciated word. “The public Madonna, dutifully raising the heirs while looking the other way. The private whore, keeping the Don entertained once the novelty wears off and the wife is relegated to child-rearing duties. Fidelity for the bride, discretion for the groom. Am I summarizing accurately?”

Do you, Iris Moreno, take Marx Donovan as your lawfully wedded husband—to love and obey this contract, in power and partnership? She paused. A minute. But long enough for her father's fingers to close around her own, hard. "I do," she said. The words shattered, like glass stretched taut to breaking. They ratified their marriage with rings—shining, silver circles. No gems. No emotion. Just metal. Like handcuffs. His vow was tangible. Typed. Indestructible. Hers in transitory flesh and bone. When finally the minister spoke, "You may now kiss the bride," Marx did not stir. Then, as if it were a reflex action that didn't even touch his horizon of consciousness, he leaned and kissed her.

I’M PRETTY sure that Keandrick would find a way of getting out of the mess that I brought. I think I am bad luck here because ever since I entered the picture, I brought a mess to him. Yeah, what luck. After the confirmation of that fucking real marriage certificate by Darwin, my mind was like wandering in another universe, still processing these unending weird happenings around me. While Keandrick on the other side, immediately called someone on the phone I assumed that he was going to file an annulment of this so-called marriage thing I’ll be thanking him for that but that will be after if we get successfully annulled.