Marry A Stranger Novels & Stories

When I got there, I have plan to rest first, but Madame Hale immediately instructed me on what to do. The human to be married seems to be rich. This reception was really granded. And here I am again, since we were organizing the wedding reception, I remembered Alpha Liam and Lily. I took a deep breath, in through my nose, out through my lips and Siena noticed me, "Are you still thinking about that scary handsome guy?" I know that she is referring to the handsome stranger who called me by my name. But that man is not the only thing on my mind. Actually there are three of them, Alpha Liam, Travis and then him.

Stranger, and I felt a knot tighten at the pit of my stomach. So this was me dressing up in preparation for my wedding? It was supposed to be a happy moment and a dream come true if the man I would be walking the aisle with was Fred or someone I loved. But, it was a stranger, and it wasn't even a real wedding, just a marriage registration, and none of my friends or family were invited to witness it. But, since we were only going to the registry, why all these makeup and procedures? Seems Mr. Strange had a lot more to let by.

The woman's body shivered, unable to imagine if this happened. If only she hadn't gotten her revenge by separating Robert and Rosa, the real bride-to-be. So, it's impossible for Rose to have to bear the consequences by becoming a surrogate bride. The rice had turned to porridge, the woman couldn't imagine what it would be like to live by bearing the surname of the man she hated. "Now I declare that you are husband and wife lawfully. Robert Miller you may kiss your wife Rose Gonzalez Miller." Rose's body trembled at the priest's words. The jaws on Rose's face hardened as Robert removed her hood and smiled gently like an angel.

Elise Just like every other day I busied myself in the office working on a new project I was discussing with the my client Nora. Nora is a beautiful woman and we clicked in almost immediately in our first meeting. I thought she would be like my previous client Skylar but then she's far more better than her. She's okay with me choosing the designs for her and everything. She's getting married in two months but then she wants everything to be moving in place. Everything to be moving slowly one at a time. That's why she decided to start working on her wedding dress and I'm so happy for her.

I opened the room door which had a big sticker of twenty-nine pasted on it and to my greatest surprise, I saw a guy lying on his stomach, watching a movie or so. It dawned on me that he watching porn when I heard the weird sounds coming from his laptop. He hadn't noticed my presence since he was very engrossed, so I quietly stepped out of the room and let out a big sigh of frustration. So this was my new roommate? Great! Just what I needed!

His words were so direct, so blunt. “What… what do you mean? We don’t even—” “Know each other?” He gave a faint smile. “That can come later. What matters is, right now, we both need this marriage. It could benefit us both.” I fell silent, his words sinking in. They sounded crazy—yet strangely reasonable. “Don’t worry,” he continued. “I won’t make things hard for you. All I need is for you to live with me. That’s enough.” I lowered my head, breathing unevenly. What was I doing? This was insane. To marry a stranger whose name I didn’t even know.

I've dreamt of walking barefoot on an open beach, travelling, seeing new places — meeting new people. Now all those dreams seem so far away. In another life. I looked up Ramsey Mikhailov after Dad and his two faced P.A. roused me from my fainting feat and explained to me that getting married to this total stranger is my best option — my only option, if I want to stay alive. But just like the Blackstone guy, there's no information on him on the net. Nothing. Nada. I do not even know what he looks like and I'm getting married to this man in two days.

repeated my father, like a broken record. “Stop saying that. I don’t need a Stranger's help. And we always have a choice in life. It is up to us to choose it. I’m not a fool to marry a stranger. I have to live with this stranger, not you or your society or relatives. I made that mistake by agreeing to marry Ken, but not again,” I replied.

If only- A scent hit my nose hard as the stranger leaned in, his right hand stretched forward to help me up. I had no idea who this psycho was, and I wasn't bothered to know, but regardless, I wrapped my fingers around his palm, letting him pull me up. My body leans into his. “Marry me.” A dry laugh fell free. Rolling my eyes in awe and disgust, I placed my hand on his chest and pushed backward to create some space because I had no idea what this psycho was capable of.

I stared at the page, heart hammering. I had just married a stranger. A stranger whose species I didn’t even know.