Marriage: Impossible Novels & Stories

“And I need something...” “I have a condition to “help you,” he says, cutting me off, I tell him to continue.” Don't get married, if she is in love it will help in the process of softening her image to her parents, and she will have me to confront and justify it. Then calmly think about marriage. Nego shook his head. “She could be pregnant” I speak of my suspicions. Lorenzo snorted and smacked my forehead. Pregnancy before marriage is punishable. "Certainty?" question.

i muttered, clinking my glass to his in a bitter toast. “Is that so?” He chuckled, his gaze soft and unintrusive. “Not... not all, maybe,” i admitted reluctantly. “But the kind I keep meeting? Yeah. Definitely trash.” I laughed, though there was no humor in my voice. I had been talking too much, I know, but it was as if once I start, there is no stopping. “Seven years of marriage,” i continued, shaking my head, “Gone in an instant, and for what? A spark with an old lover, my stepsister!” I looked away, focusing on the golden lights. “Turns out I was... disposable.”

"Three months? Do you think we can do that? It's a pest life oh. Why do I need to marry you? I know it will happen but I never expected this to be early." "Relax okay, we can find a way Allysa. Just trust me okay." "How can I relax if one day I just wake up and we're married. I will never be okay with that setup." "That's why we need to find a way to prevent it from happening, right? I don't want it either. You know how much I love my girlfriend and I won't agree to marry you either." He said to me, I was surprised when his voice suddenly arose. "Let's talk next time please."

“I'm both touched and terrified. I'm touched that you've gone to this length for me and terrified that you'd go this length for something that isn't real.” “Elaborate on the latter,” she says as she drags me to the nail ladies, who immediately get to work. “I'm terrified that you're willing to go this far for something that isn't real and won't last.” “I told you, you're going to get married tomorrow, contract or no contract. A wedding is real, and that shit sticks.” I grin. “Yeah, right.” I wrenched my hands together. “So I might've agreed to something Dominic proposed.”

Viso was horrified at his advice. Marriage! Fucking Marriage? "Hmm! I only bark after sniffing the relatable things, Compagno. I Am asking you to marry her, not impregnate her. She can't get pregnant on her own. Dog, you could be allergic to dogs can't you. And what is marriage, just a piece of paper. Sign a damn Prenup with her dammit. You can add all the things you want in that.” Viso hummed, knowing where his homie was going. He heard about these contract marriages a lot these days.

" 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.

I kept looking at the paper with my eyes wide open and I was so close to it as thought I was going to go into it any time soon. I looked at him as though he said something really crazy which he obviously did. "What is this, why do I have to sign something like this"? He looked at me with his usual cold gaze and said. "Don't tell me you can't read". I just looked at him with the expression that said 'What the hell, is this dude for real?' "I can read clearly and that's the more reason why I'm not going to sign this crap. Why would I want to get married to you"?

“You wouldn’t survive it.” He exhales, running a hand through his hair. “The couple program,” I say. “You should sign up for it.” He lets out a short laugh. “Are you trying to get us caught?” “I appreciate the concern, but that's not possible.” “Not possible?” I press. “Why?” “Because we are not legally married anymore,” he says. “We would need a marriage certificate. And Amara would never agree to remarry me.” His voice carries certainty. Frustration.