Marriage Romance Novels & Stories

Roman called softly. She lifted her head slightly and placed her lips against his neck. "Yes?" She murmured. "Are you sure you want to marry me?" He questioned hesitantly. She nodded. "Yes." Roman sighed heavily. "It seems that you are truly determined to marry me." "Of course I am." He smiled. "Then I guess we're officially married." He whispered against her lips. "Yes, we are officially married." She agreed. He kissed her passionately. "I love you, my dear."

“I didn’t come here to watch a movie.” Ryan chuckled, nudging my knee with his. “Come on, sweetheart. If we’re getting married soon, we should bond.” I tensed at his words. We, getting married. No. I had already told him—I wasn’t going to let this happen. I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to remain still as he scrolled through the options. “Ah,” he said suddenly. “This looks good.” A romantic comedy. Of course. Ryan pressed play, resting his arm across the back of the couch. His fingers brushed against my shoulder, and I fought the urge to move away.

"It's not even a real wedding!" "Now me I'll do the best I can!" Grief leaked out for a moment with the truth of her desperate state. This would never be a real marriage, and something that would be ruined forever once Eric slid the ring onto her finger. She always dreamed of eternal love, a romantic relationship and lots of children. Instead, she received cold coins and a husband, who politely accepted her. She would be cursed if her sacrifice failed because he was incapable of feigning affection for her parents. She stood on tiptoe and grabbed his biceps. Her nails dug deep into the fabric and dug into his flesh. "You better fix it," she hissed.

Is this a marriage or like… a temporary hostage arrangement? I laughed out loud, the sound startling in the quiet room. A little weight lifted off my chest, even if it was only for a moment. K: Guys, relax. I’m okay. Shocked, confused, borderline dizzy, but okay. Malik: “Okay”? Kimani, you literally just married a man you met THIS MORNING. Zendaya: Bestie, no offense but… what if he’s a vampire? This has romance novel energy. Denise: No, vampire would be cute. This has more… mafia vibes. Like, “marry me or else.”

-0-0-Flashback Villa Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur, France. When people marry because they think it's a lifelong love story, they will separate as soon as possible ending up with new one and repeating the same thing. because all love STORIES end in disappointment. Marriage is an acknowledgment of a spiritual identity. Because if there is ‘Love’ Love never discriminates against a person's nature, body-, physical-, even property. Love is only our sincerity and sincerity for someone. If not that... people are found who are hopeless, misguided, weak-hearted, low on feelings and sometimes even lose confidence in themselves for someone they think they love one even every human who they’ll meet but if

"Yes, the reason is so that I will keep my mouth shut about your behavior at the bar and if you do agree to marry me, then you won't have to pay for the watches I gave to those three ugly men." "I don't want to marry you. Marriage is not a game, sir. You should marry the person you love, not me who is just your student," Anya refused, not wanting to play with a sacred bond called marriage. "I want that too, An, to marry the woman I love, but God doesn't seem to like seeing me happy, so He's pressured me to get married. Just so you know, I was also forced to ask you to marry me." "You can't blame God in any situation because God knows what is best for His servants."

“Couples share a room, right? And you both are newlyweds! You should be madly in love.” She giggled dreamily, and Rosa felt her cheeks burst into heat. Only Mrs. Dill knew this marriage was a contract. “Uh… Alexander has his own way of being romantic,” Rosa muttered, reaching for the last cupcake just to busy her hands. “He’s a dream, isn’t he?” Martha sighed with starry eyes. Rosa choked on air. “Of course, he is.“ “But if you sleep separately,” Martha continued innocently, “how did you consummate the marriage?”

The secluded cliffside villa glowed under a twilight sky, its stone walls a sanctuary from the city’s restless pulse. Kai Castellano stood beneath a rosewood arbor, his black suit unbuttoned, his icy blue eyes soft with devotion. Lorenzo’s revelation—ordering the deaths of Gianna’s and his own mother—had fractured his heart, but their empire, the united Castellanos and La Rosa Nera, held firm. Rosa’s intercepted message about a global mafia network loomed, a storm tied to Lorenzo’s old allies, but tonight, Kai chose love. Their first marriage was a strategic alliance; this remarriage was a vow of choice, a flame to defy the darkness. His jaw tightened, their quiet embrace, Gianna’s unwaverin

“Good. I like when you stare.” I rolled my eyes, but my smile gave me away. He tugged me closer until I was pressed against him, his mouth brushing mine in a lazy kiss. “Say it again,” he murmured against my lips. “What?” “That you’ll marry me.” I laughed softly, kissing him back. “Yes, Roman Wolfe. I’ll marry you.” He groaned like the words were his personal drug. “Careful, I’ll make you say it a hundred times a day.” “Maybe I wouldn’t mind,” I teased.

"ugh" "fuck" A few minutes later we came out that our juice mixed with my womanhood it was full of juice for the two of us. "hey I might get pregnant we don't use condoms" I said softly "I will take the obligation " he said "will you be my wife?" he said as he picked up the ring on the dashboard "omg yes yes i will mary you" happy to say "3months from now we will get married" he said "As long as you are my groom even today I will marry you" I said softly