Married Love Stories Novels & Stories

Because they believe that with what they both do, their household is always in love and warmth in every moment that is created. "I love you, Dear. Keep being my woman who always cools my heart. My anchorage when fatigue is hitting me. I'am happy to have you. Hopefully our love story can be a role model for our sons and daughters. And it will be a story for our grandchildren.” Amar hugs Axelina's body. The woman he always loved. After chatting, the two of them were as usual. Doing a hot night making love. Express their love for both of them. With sweat dripping from each other's bodies. Sigh after sigh came out indicating the master was enjoying what his husband had given him. The gazes that

‘Do you take Aaron Carson to be your lawfully wedded husband’ he asked me. ‘I do’ I replied lowly. ‘Good, you may kiss the bride’ the priest said. Aaron’s face moved close to mine, and before I knew it. He planted a long kiss on my lips. There it was. I was finally married to the man I hated most in the whole world. Hurray.

"Why?" "Because I don't like the idea of living under the same roof as your ex." He hums and walks over to me. He leans down and places both of his hands on the bed next to my thighs. I lean back, causing him to hover over me. I looked into his eyes to see he was amused. "Most women get angry when they are under the same roof as their husband's ex because they love them. Why are you angry about it?" "Do you remember when you said if I marry you I won't have to share you?" He nods. "I'm marrying you because I don't have to share you. Now it feels like I do."

“Not so fast, you need to give us the details on how you were able to pull this off.” “Yeah…” the others added, nodding eagerly Martin leaned back, shaking his head, “She wasn't hard to fool. I told her what she wanted to hear, played the lover boy until she agreed to become my wife. And for all I know, she believes I am the perfect husband, the one she brags about to her friends.” As the laughter grew louder, my breath ceased. Each word felt like I was being stabbed with a knife. I felt a sharp ache replace the love I once felt.

Although she didn't remember what happened, Kelvin recalled every detail of the previous night clearly. The woman's sighing voice... The woman's response to his touch... How perfect was her body... How beautiful she looked when she was drowning in an intoxicated ecstasy. He felt they were meant to be together, Unfortunately for him, his happiness was gone when Luliyah didn't recognize him. Nonetheless, Luliyah is his now! They are husband and wife...Legally married to say. After all the buttons on Luliyah's pajamas finally opened. Kelvin's hand slipped her back, trying to take off her bra. Without realizing it, Luliyah bent her body as if giving him access to continue what he was doing.

There were only three main points and they include; Since the two partners didn't have feelings for each other, there was no way they'd have sex with each other hence they still needed separate bedrooms. The two partners will get divorced if they're still unable to love each other within half a year of marriage and the husband will leave the house and the car for the wife. The wife shouldn't at any point try to covet his Nana's money.

He took a deep breath, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “I love you,” he said. The words hung in the air, heavy and absolute. “I love you so much it terrifies me,” he continued. “I look at you, and I see the only real thing in my life.” Aria blinked. She hadn't expected that. “I… I love you too, Damian.” Damian smiled, but it was a sad, wistful smile. “Let’s get married,” he said. Aria froze. She laughed nervously, a short, breathless sound. “Damian, you’re tired. We are married. We have the certificate. We have the rings.”

The parents of the couple didn't just let them do everything on their own, they also helped them out in so many ways, trying to make sure that the day of their children was a success. The day of the wedding ceremony came, and it was indeed an elaborate occasion in the history of Lovestar city. So many guests were invited, and there were a whole lot of wines to drink, and more than enough food to eat. Bryan and Angela were the happiest, all because their day finally came. So they danced and danced like never before, that it got to a stage that some persons began to think that they were drunk of wine, but only the couple knew the reason for their dancing that way. While some others began to sa

I looked‍ at her, and for⁠ the first‍ tim‍e in⁠ a l‌ong time, I felt comple⁠tely undone. I turned toward the micro⁠phones. “Tha⁠t’s the truth,” I sai⁠d. “‌Our marriag‌e isn’t⁠ a s‌tory for y⁠our h⁠eadlines. It‍’s not a st‍rategy‌ or a scandal. It’s two people who foun‌d each othe‌r‍ when t‌hey were‍n’t supposed to — and decided to stay.”

“It was meant to be temporary. A transaction. One that, at the time, served its purpose. I did it for reasons that now seem small and cowardly.” He turned to Valeria, the cool edge in his voice softening. “But what started as an arrangement changed. Because she changed me.” He faced the room again. “I fell in love with her. And now I am proud — genuinely proud — to say that I am married to Valeria Mendoza, not out of obligation or strategy… but by choice. By love.” A hush fell over the room. Valeria’s breath caught. No script. No rehearsed PR moment. Just truth — raw and public.