Married At 19 Novels & Stories

He wanted us to have kids right away after we got married. I wanted to wait until after I had my foot in the door as a nurse. “How old were you when you two married?” I was twenty-one and he was twenty-three. It was a small intimate wedding with 50 guests, close family, and friends. We had a wonderful reception as well. Then a couple of years into the marriage, he wanted to start a family. I told him that I wasn't ready yet. I thought he was waiting for me to be ready and as I am getting my nursing career going, I find out that he has been unfaithful to me for the last six months of our marriage. Right then and there, I decided to divorce him and move on with my life. Now he gets to have wha

“Mallory, do you really think everyone here is stupid? I’ve used that same excuse nine times. Do you expect me to say it a tenth time too?” Mallory’s expression darkened immediately. She said with displeasure, “As you said, nine times. So, what is one more? You won’t even say something to defend Ruth. Is your love for her even real?” She spoke as if the request were perfectly justified. Over the past two years, ever since Ruth’s adopted brother, Peter Conroy, returned home, we had gotten married and divorced nine times. Every single time, she gambled our marriage against Peter in some bet.

I admitted. “It will get easier.” “Can I ask how long you have been doing this?” I asked while we slowly walked around and looked at the art hanging on the walls. “As long as I can remember! But it mattered once I married Riccardo. I was 19 and had Damiano when I was just barely 20.” “Oh, wow! That’s… young.” I looked at her in surprise. “We were young and in love. And you have seen how Riccardo’s mother is. Very traditional and had us married as soon as possible.” She said amused as she sipped her champagne.

I have a picture of her and I could tell that we looked exactly the same. In 10 years of living here in Edinburg, a lot of things had changed. I'm married to Davien for five years and we have Vendrick now. When I turned 22, we started preparing for our wedding after I graduated in college. I finished my degree here and we also got married here. It was a grand wedding with media because that is what Davien wanted. "Hey, what's running inside that pretty little head of my wife?" I felt his arms snaked around me from behind.

, I asked. He sighed, "My wife ". I looked at him again, Wife? "How old are you?". "35". "You're 35???? you're 35????", I asked shocked. He laughed, " I get that a lot ". "No that's not normal, you look like you just turned 20", he laughed. "Well I am 35, I got married when I was 27, best decision I made, started a family with her, we had two beautiful kids. On my 20th birthday, we went for a boat cruise, the ship sank, only I made it.

"Well, you better do, mum because I wanna believe you're joking. Like seriously, can you even hear yourself? You want me to get married to someone I know nothing about and for goodness sake! At this tender age! I'm just nineteen" "I gave birth to you at the age of seventeen" she said as she stood up and I halted. Hold on; seventeen??? "You..." I paused and scoffed. "Listen, I have no idea how it happened. But you can't make me pass through the same way you did. I can't let you do this to me. I can't get married, mum; not at this age and not to someone like Ryan" "And what are you talking about? Do you know how many ladies are out there, dying just to touch his finger? You should be happy you

' She thought. "That's good." As they approached the dining table, "I cooked your favorites." Phoebe sweetly said, like a teenager trying to impress her crush. Well, Phoebe married young. She was only 19 when they got married, while Thomas was 23. At age 22, she's nearing her 3rd anniversary of being married. "Hmm. Smells good babe, looks like I'll be able to get back all the fats that I lost." Thomas grinned cheekily as he gave her a back hug while taking in the aromatic smell of the foods.

Ava said, trying to fight her own emotions and tears that were already at her eyelids waiting to grace her face again. “I'm just 18 and you want me married?” Ava asked. “That's it Ava, you keep thinking you are little!” Mrs Sarah said, while she readjusted on the mattress she sat. “Go prepare for school, you are getting married to Ryan and that's final.” Mrs. Sarah added while she moved into the bathroom. Sluggishly Ava walked out the door leaving the room, her mom's words repeating in her brain. Thoughts running down her mind, ‘who is Ryan and why was she getting married to him’ she knows her mother was the devil but this was just too much.

She replied. "Really" He saw her photos when he saved her, she was in stored clothes and it was visible that she was raped. "If you will not marry me, I will publish it in the newspaper. The choice is yours." He smirked again. A tear spilled over her cheeks, she replied, "Yes, I will marry you. But...." "What but..??" "I'm only 17. How can you marry a minor girl?" "Let me remind you, Ms. Aradhya Kashyap, you turned 18. Today is your birthday, 21st February."

She said, and I knew she wouldn't drop it, so I nodded and sat down. "I will think about it," I said, and she shook her head. "No, do it," She said, and I did not respond. "Does she have children?" She asked, and I shook my head. "Never been pregnant, and before you judge her, there is nothing wrong with her. She married at nineteen, and her husband wanted them to take precautions because he wasn't ready." I quickly explained. "So you mean they have been careful for five years?" She asked, and I nodded.