Married For 365 Days Novels & Stories

Alex murmurs, pressing hungry kisses to my neck that leaves my core pounding. Alex and I have been married for a year, and every day with Alex is a gift to me. I’ve never met a man so perfect; a man who is my dream come true. I love him with every fiber of my being and Alex spends every day showing me that he loves me even more.

As an average couple, it should be six days to the wedding—they should have completed 90% of the progress, but Oriaga and Amanda were the most different pair of people. There was no wedding progress whatsoever. Oriaga stayed busy at work while Amanda daydreamed like the undead at home.

He's always been like this but I can't say that I'm disappoin ted with it because if truth be told, I'm still as mad for him today as I was when we got together. "Good morning, Wife." He whispers in my ear. We've been married for almost 3 years and still, I feel weak at the knees whenever he calls me wife. "Good morning, Husband." My knees also feel equally as weak when I call him husband." He runs his hand down my arm only stopping once he's at my hip and turns me to lie on my back and as every morning we show each other just how much we love each other before showering and getting dressed for the day.

And we continued to eat in silence. "By the way Lucinda" Dylan's mum said after the long silence and I lifted my head to look at her. I and my husband have had you both enrolled in a marriage class to take some marriage lessons which will enable the both of you to create a good relationship since you both got married unprepared". I almost spat the food in my mouth on hearing that. "What the hell Mum?" Dylan said scoffing. "It's going to help you both build a…" "I don't need it" he blurted out before she could finish.

I walked fully into the house, and without wasting much time I made my way to the bedroom. I'm officially the wife of my rival, and that means I was totally doomed. I thought, and took a deep breath, as I wished they was something I could do to change my fate at the moment. But there was nothing I could do. I was really stoked with him, and that's nothing but my actual date. Though it was only for two years, I bet these two years would really be forever for me, as today was just day one out of 365 days, so the journey of this horrible marriage has just become.

"But you got married today, too; that wouldn't be fair. Look, let's make some ground rules, and that way neither of us will feel uncomfortable." He unfolded a copy of the contract from his back pocket and handed it to her. "Thank you." She said softly. India inhaled deeply and then sighed heavily. "Since we got married quickly, we don't know how this will work. I think we should remain married for six months. I'll be your wife in name only. That means no intimacy at all. "No holding hands, hugging, and the kiss we shared today, that was the first and last one unless we are around my family, your family, and friends, especially Marcus. Or you okay with this?"

I paused. Seriously Oscar? I told him to write up short vows, and as someone who knew that this marriage wasn’t real, he sure made the vow so romantic. Sighing, I continued. “Today, I take my place as your wife. May our days be long and may they be seasoned with faith, love, understanding and respect forever and ever. Today is the beginning of the rest of our lives." Why was this so freaking long? “I choose to spend today and all of my tomorrows with you"

Waverly Gardner, my wife, enjoys watching me get jealous. She says that the more it bothers me when other men get close to her, the more it proves I love her. Thus, every year on our wedding anniversary, Waverly gets her best friend, Tobias Lawson, to replace me as the husband for a few days and makes bets with her friends to see how many days I can put up with it. In the first year, Tobias puts on my custom suit without my permission to pose for photos with Waverly. I order Tobias to take it off right away, but Waverly just kisses me and laughs, saying it proves that I really can't live without her. In the second year, Waverly gives our master bedroom to Tobias and sends me to the guest

Every time I go out with my wife of three years, Jillian Luke, and my best friend, Shawn Lynch, the two of them get mistaken for a couple. At the mall, a sales clerk hands them a complimentary gift for couples. At a restaurant, the server asks if they'd like to join a couples' event. On trips, strangers tell them what a good match they are, then shove a phone into my hands and ask me to take their picture. At first, I do feel awkward about it. Jillian never explains. Every time, Shawn is the one who smooths things over with a smile. "Maybe the two of us just look a little like a couple. Don't overthink it." He says it so lightly that I tell myself, again and again, not to take it to hea

I teased him. He finally looked up and met my teasing gaze. “Are you making efforts in finding my sister, your wife?” I shot him the question and he leaned into his seat. “Ain't you enjoying your role as my wife?” “Can't you tell I'm sick of seeing your face every damn day? Like, why am I waking up next to you? It's crazy!!” I gave him a demonstration. “I can't keep pretending, I'm fucking tired and irritated wearing bras like a menstruating woman. Soon, your dwellers will ask if I don't see their god-damned cycle.” I folded my arms across my chest. Tristan stood up and gawked at me, he scoffed and left me unanswered.