Married Synonym Novels & Stories

Samuel had a nice evening meal with his family, he set to watch his game as always with is wife in his arms. Jason stared at how lovely they look and his heart hurt. He will really love to have that, a peaceful family filled with love and with his children around him. He sighed because he doubt if he could ever have that in his life, after all, the girl he so much love is his sister, who will allow two siblings to get married, that will only be less hurting if his sister actually feel the same way with him.

Another sigh left her, “I used to be his sister in law you see.” “Huh?” She nodded, “Again, you heard correctly. I used to be married to his brother, but now I’m widowed and now married to him. Crazy, I know.” She walked past the lady and started to pick out a few pieces which she knew she’d like. Shopping used to be so fun with Maximof, she reminisced wearing the clothes and letting him be the judge of it, her eyes stung as the memory played through her mind. She could already imagine him nagging about how green wasn’t a really flattering color for her, how her eyes popped whenever she wore red or black. God, she missed him terribly, and the thought of him being gone just hurt her so.

She said gently “ You can't be pregnant with my sister's husband, they are legally married so it's not acceptable.” She said it with such confidence that I wondered why she was doing this for me. Someone who came to fight with me in my house, isn't that awkward? “ Well, people don't even know your so-called sister's husband (Lawson) is married. Why did he make the wedding a secret if not that he is ashamed of your so-called sister? Don't be surprised when he marries me and divorces your sister who can't bear him a child.” Grace wanted to attack her but I held her back.

If I sent her away, then I would be disrespecting the Mafia king who had set up this alliance. An alliance that had been three years in the making. It had cost blood and money and the kind of painstaking diplomacy that men in my world were not naturally built for. After much concession, the wedding had been set for today, and every significant figure in the northern syndicate had attended it. These men would rather be caught dead than find themselves at a wedding, which went to show how important this event was. If I walked into that room and announced the bride was dead and the woman standing beside me was her twin sister, there would be no recovering the evening.

I joked He chuckled. "You wish, squirt, I'm the best they got. Well, I needed to be back. How else would I finish the mating ceremony then." He said. His words had me stumped. Mating ceremony? My eyes followed his line of vision as they set back on Newmara. Newmara and Adam? What the fuck? "Wait, you guys.." before I could finish, Adam finished my sentence. "Mates. Fated mate...." he said, turning to me, punching my shoulder playfully and saying, "Which makes us family, well double the family since you're mated to my brothers now, sister-in-law." He finished, winking at me.

,I beamed. I felt so happy and kissed him on his cheek. "Love you soo much Krish " "God you are making me crazy woman " ******** (Note: Di means sister in Hindi language Bhai means Brother)

" Dear God! All I just want is to have a beautiful family with my dearest fiance. I wish nothing more!" I heard my sister praying while her makeup artist and hairdresser were giving her the best look for her engagement party. Today is her engagement party and one week later, she will be wedded to her Fiancé.

” He asked. “Mates equals to soulmate, they are the other half of a person. It’s just like erm the human world, when a man and a woman tie the knot, they become tied for life so that's how it is but for the supernatural, it goes more deeper than that, once you are mated with your fated one, you share each other’s feelings, pains and joy!! " I replied and smiled lightly, the fact that I will soon be able to do that made me mushy and happy inside.

This can’t be about sharing a mate, can it? I’ll admit that sharing a fated mate isn’t the most natural thing in the world. My brothers and I knew that we would be sharing a mate because we are identical. That’s the way it works in our world. If you are born identical, you share a mate. The mate bond is the joining of two halves to create one soul. Identical siblings have pieces of the same soul. Those pieces, together, will make that half that will look for its matching half.

She should be afraid. "You think I wanted this?" My voice was quiet, deliberate, deadly—each word a promise of violence. "You think I married your sister for convenience? For image?" The truth clawed its way up my throat, raw and bleeding. I had fallen for Layla so completely, so devastatingly, that losing her felt like losing my ability to breathe. She had become my oxygen, my reason for existing, and now there was nothing but suffocating emptiness.