Marriage For One Novels & Stories

Straightening my clothes, I said, “I want an intimate wedding where only ten or fewer people will attend. It’s only fair to me if we were the only ones around. Fewer people, less drama.” Everette’s mouth fell open. “That’s not the wedding I am imagining. That’s my wedding. The whole world will know.” “You can marry yourself,” I suggested while smiling sweetly. You badly wanted to marry me? Then, I will make your life difficult, Everette. You brought this upon yourself. His expression darkened. “You don’t believe in marriage?”

If she was going to gamble with her future, she needed facts, not speculation. After nearly an hour of reading legal documents and government regulations, she had discovered that the state did not permit multiple marriages and one could only be married to one spouse at a time. That was it. Earlier, she had thought marrying a stranger was merely an escape. Now, it was her only legal way out. If she went through with a marriage to someone else, her parents wouldn't continue to force Thomas Sterling on her. She didn't need the marriage to last forever. She only needed it to stop the wedding to Thomas Sterling.

How could she think lightly about marriage? "Don't speak casually! Don't think that because I look unserious from the beginning, I'm joking about getting married. I like to joke, Ghea. But when it comes to marriage, I'm serious, and I don't want any divorce later. As much as possible, once in a lifetime, marry only once. That's why I repeatedly say you should feel lucky because you will marry a guy with commitment like me." Ghea sighed deeply. Imagining getting married and then spending her life with a random, cheesy, and annoying guy like Randy. It remained to be seen whether it would be a nightmare or a beautiful dream.

he said again in Grace's ear, and again took the time to kiss her on the forehead. "Mr. and Mrs. Blair, the marriage certificate is complete. You can come out to take your turn with the other couples, please." A middle-aged woman came up to Grace and Noah to hand over the marriage certificate and subtly told them to get out of there so that the other couples could go through the marriage process as well. Noah nodded and led Grace out of the room. He noticed that Grace was daydreaming as she stared at her green marriage certificate. "Why, darling? I'm sorry that this marriage is forced. We have to get married to

I raised a brow at this, "a marriage contract." "What?" "Look, my grandfather wants you to get married to me, it would take down the scandals and everything else. Now, I don't want to get married to you so the contract states that the marriage would last for 3 years and we would get a divorce-" I interrupted. "Wait, you can't expect me to just get married to you, I just met you and I want no business with you." "Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking. Trust me, I feel the same way but when dealing with someone like my grandfather you've not got a choice, it's either this or you deal with the press."

I understand the pressure of the workplace and support his career, so I take on all the housework voluntarily, keeping our home tidy and organized so he can relax when he comes home. Our life is plain and routine, without dramatic ups and downs or messy conflicts. To outsiders, we are just an ordinary young couple. The only thing is that busyness has reduced our time together, and most of our conversations are about daily chores, with less of the intimate interaction we had when dating. But this is common in adult marriages, and I never thought anything bad of it. Our third wedding anniversary was in one week. I wanted to prepare a gift quietly to add a little ceremony to our dull life. Usin

Adrian stood outside my chamber for an entire day and night. I never opened the door. On the eve of the political marriage, moonlight traced his silhouette across the threshold—tall, rigid, unmoving. At last, his voice broke the silence. “Elise,” he said at last. His voice was low, restrained—too controlled for a man standing on the edge of a choice he did not fully understand. “I will marry you.” I leaned my back against the door and did not reply.

And we continued to eat in silence. "By the way Lucinda" Dylan's mum said after the long silence and I lifted my head to look at her. I and my husband have had you both enrolled in a marriage class to take some marriage lessons which will enable the both of you to create a good relationship since you both got married unprepared". I almost spat the food in my mouth on hearing that. "What the hell Mum?" Dylan said scoffing. "It's going to help you both build a…" "I don't need it" he blurted out before she could finish.

she said, looking at the dress again. “This dress over here, is every girl’s dream, especially wearing it for the man you love. Getting married isn’t just about being happy, but the fact that you share the good news and bad news. It’s not just a trip to heaven” mom said, that’s why I can’t do this!! If getting married with the guy who loves you is not perfect, then what about getting married with someone can never love you?

" I never think about marriage, not even for a single second. It gives me goosebumps. Marrying someone is like going to prison. "I just got into a scandal, then you will just say that I need to marry someone? Dad, marriage is not a joke; you can't just say it like it's not a big deal! It's my life that will be ruined if I just marry someone that I don't even love," I said, and I was about to walk away from my father, but I heard him talk again.