Marriage Romance Novels & Stories

"I mean... I thought it was Sebastian who you loved and were going to marry." Slowly, my lips compose a fake, but utterly convincing smile. "The designs of the Goddess are mysterious," I answer vaguely while I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. She didn't seem convinced by my performance. Her brow furrows and for a moment I think I see annoyance in her expression. "So, are you two really married, are you his wife?" she asks. "I am," I reply with a sweet smile, "Till death do us part." My words trigger something in her. Before I know it, Rose's face is again streaked with tears. She bends down and begins to wipe away the tears with a handkerchief while shaking her head.

Adia asked curious as they stepped into the elevator. "To get married" came the Curt reply from Sebastian as Adia signed. ***** "Awwn, such a cute couple" "I Know right, they look so good together" "He's so handsome and she's pretty too" Sebastian rolled his eyes as he heard those comments, he just wanted all this to get done with. They were currently in the court registry to get a marriage register done. "Here sir the certificate is done sir, you can now take your beautiful wife home, I wish you both the happiest marriage life" the man sincerely wished as Adia smiled at him muttering a thank you.

For families like theirs, marriage was never about love—it was a calculated transaction, a means to maximize benefits. Personal choice was nothing more than a luxury they weren’t entitled to. Sure, on paper, Grace had married well—a husband of impeccable lineage, wealth, and striking looks. But what was the point? They had gone their separate ways after a short period they signed the papers. They didn’t see each other, not even enough to put on a pretense of a functional marriage. And who knew? Perhaps Raphael had already built a whole other life for himself in Australia.

[Olivia] It's been a chaotic week since the small parlor wedding that felt more like a joke. All my family was concerned about was to make sure we registered our marriage, which we had no option to do It's my third day as a married woman. I was still at my apartment but I was finally moving to Lucas's house today. I've been hesitant about moving, it didn't feel real, we've drafted our contract specifically including every detail that is supposed to keep the marriage going for six months which was the time limit I agreed on.

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?

"We have to get married just to enter a country..” Sabrina smiled, staring at the marriage certificate that required her signature. “It's Imani. They're old-fashioned. It's romantic. We'd get a divorce as soon as we get back.” Finn and Sabrina travel to Imani, a country with a strict no-cohabitation policy for unmarried couples.

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

What a tricky part! “Two, the marriage will end a year and a half after you take your inheritance,” I voiced, and I looked at his reaction, expecting him to say something, but he stayed quiet, staring at his phone, inexpressive. “Three, I don’t stay much at the house and can stay where I want to stay.” He nods and critiques, “Two bargains reasonable for me.” “Okay, and the third, there’s no kissing or anything beyond that.” His eyes looked at me, smirking, and teased, “You don’t want to taste how good a kisser I am?”

Mansi : But Kabir. Pari : It's ok mom! Kabir is right. There is no need for a lavish wedding party. Madhu : But Pari what about the society beta!! It won't look good if we get you two married in a small temple wedding..... Pari stood up and sat near Madhu grabbing her hands in hers : Badima what society thinks doesn't matter. I don't care I get married in a big lavish wedding party or a small temple wedding. What's important is with whom I am getting married and I am more than okay with anything when at the end I get Kabir!!

"Man, you really are terrible at this whole marriage thing." "I never claimed to be good at it." "Clearly." Nikolai finally spoke up, his voice cutting through the conversation like a knife. "A word of advice,. If you want this marriage to work, and I assume you do, given you went through with it—you need to at least pretend to care about the romantic gestures. Women notice these things." "I'll keep that in mind," I said, even though I had no intention of following that advice. Myra wasn't like other women. She didn't want romance. She'd said as much in her vows—she just wanted to try, to make it work. That was practical. That was honest. That was something I could work with.