Marriage: Impossible Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath, opening my mouth to speak, but Davy beat me to it. “No,” he shook his head firmly, his gaze on me, letting me see and hear his opinion. “Anna is her own person, so she can do whatever she likes. It is a marriage, a partnership, not ownership. And honestly, who cares? I am hopelessly in love with my wife; shouldn’t it be a good thing? I admit I overlook a lot of things, but this is our marriage, and we will do as we please as long as it works for us.”

“No wonder you look like you’re about to commit a felony.” Finally they understood. I dropped my head back against the couch. A heavy silence settled over us, not awkward, just… heavy. The kind that settles when everyone knows there’s no easy solution. Because there wasn’t. father had made up his mind. Changing it was like trying to move a mountain with your bare hands .....maybe possible, but highly unlikely. “What are you going to do?” Mason asked. I stared at the ceiling. “No idea.” “You can’t actually marry her.”

His words covered Kathleen's heart in a cloud of comfort as they expressed his intentions towards her. "Yes! Kathleen, we are not some teenagers who would date and waste time, I want to marry you. I wanted to propose to you properly since you deserve it but your psycho husband ruined things for me today. I feel very threatened and at a miserable place." Alec, after almost proposing her, looked away and sighed. Kathleen was surprised to hear what he had just told her. For her, marriage was like a cage due to her past experience, but she did want a pair of strong arms that could hold her and keep her safe.

Rudy walks through the door pulling me away from the window, he looks out quickly scanning where everyone was. "Okay we don't have much time so we have to be quick, you have to fake marry me," he says, which makes me just stare at him confused "I know how crazy that sounds but it's what happens here, obviously we're not actually gonna get married but we have to make everyone believe we are," he says, I look out the window to see people starting to look up at us, okay this is so confusing. "I don't understand," I say, but he cuts me off before I could finish.

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

Sonia threw a pillow at her and thought she had changed the topic far away. Eva lay beside her, holding the back of her head with her hands, and said, "I still can't believe that you've married, you even married a life taking rich young man." With these thoughts in her mind, Sonia sighed. In fact, it was easy for them to get married. They could easily go to the Bureau of civil affairs to poke the marriage license. It was hard for them to get divorced. There were a few besieged cities. If they accidentally broke in, they might never be able to get out, being trapped inside.

"You're trying to be everything to everyone and you're failing at all of it, you can't be a good husband to me while you're playing concerned baby daddy to her." "I'm not playing anything..." "Then what do you call sitting with her for five hours? What do you call any of this?" "I call it trying to navigate an impossible situation..." "It's only impossible because you won't make a choice, if you'd just pick one of us this would all be simple." "I have picked, I married you..." "Marriage is just a word if you don't act like it means something!" I was yelling now, all the emptiness filling up with anger I'd been swallowing for weeks.

The second was MARRIAGE. Her fingers went numb. The papers trembled in her grip. She read the first paragraph three times, and each time the words rearranged themselves into the same impossible sentence: the marriage between Marcus Hale and Sophia Ward is irretrievably broken. “It’s better this way,” Marcus said. He said it the way someone talks about switching to a new phone plan. Light. Practical. Like he was doing her a favor. “We both know this hasn’t been working. I’ve outgrown—”

I asked, presuming the worst. "No," he said, amusement audible in his voice. "We have… a different type of work to do." "Like what?" My mind restlessly processed through the issues I might have forgotten about. "Our wedding." He chuckled. "Oh…" Was it weird that I stopped thinking about the fact that we needed to actually get married to become husband and wife? Contractual married looked a whole lot simpler in romances and dramas. Two people went to the registry office, signed papers, got their stamps, and were married. Aren needed proof that our relationship was genuine, although I still wasn't sure how far he was willing to go to prove that. Luckily, we had no problems with our intimacy an

Damian saw it too. My husband stepped forward immediately. “What does that mean?” Richard looked away. The silence stretched. And stretched. Nobody interrupted. Nobody moved. Finally he exhaled heavily. “I was hoping we wouldn’t reach this point.” My pulse quickened. “What point?” Richard looked directly at me. Then at Damian. Then back at me. “The point where the marriage becomes impossible.” The words hit like a punch. Impossible? My stomach twisted. Beside me, Damian went completely still. Dangerously still.