Married At First Sight Novels & Stories

"Everyone knows that you love Sabrina. How could you possibly marry someone else? Sabrina loves you too. That's why I'm willing to give the two of you my blessing…" Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke. "That's impossible," Sabrina mumbled. "There's simply no way that you're married. You wore my favorite red shirt today. You even used my favorite cologne. You knew that I was going to propose to you today, didn't you?" I didn't understand why, but I was suddenly struck with the realization that it was pointless to talk to them. "I'm married," I repeated. "Our relationship ended three years ago, Sabrina. I'm a married man now, so stop bothering me. My reputation will be affected if someone

[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.

If he doesn’t seize it, I’ll marry Alessandra. She would make a splendid wife and mother to our kids. I smiled at the thought. To be honest, it was an appealing thought. A wave of anger washed over me when I discovered my parents had arranged a marriage with his best friend. The rage intensified when I learned it was Alessandra De La Vega, and they hadn’t told me sooner. When I first laid my eyes on her on the stage for auction, truthfully, she piqued my interest. It wasn’t lust that I usually felt when I saw a woman that caught my attention.

I had looked forward to having my wedding with my beloved partner, Jessica Fletcher, for five long years. There was once when I thought I'd be the happiest man alive on my wedding day. After all, I got to marry my beloved Jessica. At least, I thought I was certain that my happy ending was within my reach before I heard Jessica's sincere confession toward her first love, Benedict Olson. Her actions ended up shattering all of my fantasies about our marriage. She made me realize that the happy life I thought I had was nothing but a fragile bubble that could be popped with just a touch.

He took my hand in his, looking up at me with so much love it felt like the sun had moved closer to the earth. "Kesley," he said, his voice steady but full of emotion. "Our first marriage was born out of a contract. It was a deal made in a boardroom to protect a company and a name. It was full of shadows, secrets, and a lot of fear. I don't want that to be our only beginning."

With that I get up and stand where she is sitting from my height, I can see her delicate boobs; I am looking at her boobs I could just reach out and touch it. "Eyes up here mister" she says My head snaps up and I smile at her. "Okay I agree but I have one condition" I say giving her my best smirk. "Oh Kyler? And that is?" "Let’s get married in a month" "Wait what get married? Kyler are you insane?" "I like you; you like me like you said we both hot why not get married?" "Kyler I just turned 20 two days ago" "So, I won't prevent you from living your life. Look my mom came over at 5 this morning demanding we get married next month and when I refused, she got sick, so I need to marry you"

Bella sighed and snuggled close in her husband's embrace, "I love you too, now and always" And their love story was one that people always used as a perfect love story. Fate separated them but destiny brought them back together. They were married at first sight but their hearts became intertwined forever. If you like my story, give it a thumbs up, and don't forget to always leave your reviews and follow me. Love you all. THE END

Would he kill me so that I wouldn't tell anybody about what I saw there. "Yes." I didn't realize when the words escaped my mouth. He smiled again, this time more genuinely. "Well then, let's get married," he offered. My mouth fell open. "Married? But we just met!" I exclaimed. "Call it love at first sight," he used my words against me. I thought about it, I really was in love with him, and I did want to spend my life with him. Plus, if I had spent all my money the previous night, I wouldn't have any money to survive on. "Sure, let's get married," I agreed.

I recalled laying eyes on her for the first time. God, I wanted her. She was so fucking shy when we first started talking. Drinks flowed. We flirted. We laughed. Somehow, within minutes of meeting her, I just knew. I wanted her to be my wife. Exactly five hours into meeting her, I married her. Completely sober. Drunk on only her. I wanted to ask why the fuck she married me, but now didn't seem ideal. I knew why I married her. My dick ached to be inside her. When I fucked her virgin cunt into exhaustion, I craved holding her. That was why I married her. It was love at first sight. No other way to explain it. She took my fucking breath away.