Novel & Cerita Marry Date Kill

The night before the wedding, the groomsmen and bridesmaids were too excited to sleep, so someone suggested writing down what they wanted to say to me on a slip of paper anonymously. I closed my eyes in anticipation, thinking I would receive all kinds of blessings. But when I opened the first note, I froze. [You witch. If you hadn't forced my brother, Nora would be my sister-in-law by now!] Nora Harris… She was my best friend. She had called me three hours earlier with red eyes, apologizing, saying that she had to go on a business trip all of a sudden and could not attend my wedding. With trembling hands, I kept reading… [The wedding ring he bought you was the one Nora rejected. Sh

“A… April 26th.” Underneath was something that seemed like a timer counting down. I squeezed the sheets, my eyes fluttering closed. April 26th? How could I forget the day I died? My heart sank inside my chest. The wedding was going to happen in three days. Does this mean that my fate has been sealed? And I would still be murdered? *** I watched as the sun came up the next day because I couldn’t sleep. What if I found someone else entirely? I sprang up. The world tilted for a moment from the sudden movement.

However, when she looked at the wedding photo, she completely understood that there was no possibility for them to get married. At the same time, she realized that he had been busy these past few days because of the upcoming wedding. Her heart was clearly in excruciating pain, but strangely, she couldn't cry. She took out her phone and made a call. "It's me. You said you wanted to marry me that day. Does it still count?" September 8th. The Marquez family Mansion was bustling with noise and excitement. The marriage between the Marquez family's eldest son, Ronald and the Pollard family's miss, Shirley, shook the entire city.

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

At least he's sounding serious now. "It's not a joke, Kay. Mom and dad are hell bent on forcing me to get married but that's not the problem here. The real problem here js asking me to marry someone I barely know, that's the craziest thing I've ever heard or seen. I mean, this ain't a story or movie where some accidents happens between two adults and leading to them getting married. This is reality, man." I said frustratingly. "You know you shouldn't be telling me that, right? You should say that to your parents." He said and I glared at him.

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

No end date. I, Celeste Hart, vow to fight for this life, for this love, and for the family we are building one heartbeat at a time. I choose Killian today and every day after. Through sickness and health. Through fire and forgiveness. At the bottom: our signatures, still slightly smudged from her tears when she wrote hers in bed this morning. And beneath that, one final line in both our handwriting: **The only way this marriage ends is if I die first.**

Time stood still as those words echoed in my ears. My father, the bastard, the biggest piece of shit on this planet, and the next person I’m going to kill has ‘decided’ not only that I’m getting married but to whom!? I should have brought my weapon. But killing him with my bare hands will be all the sweeter.

My pulse began to beat a hard, erratic rhythm against my collarbone. "We are getting married in two days," Killian said. His voice was completely flat, devoid of any question or choice. "You are already mine. It is time to make it official." The words hit me like a physical blow to the chest. Married. The memory of my last wedding day exploded behind my eyes in a vivid, blinding flash. The warm blood soaking into my heavy white dress. The deafening, overlapping sound of automatic gunfire. The bodies of my father's men dropping onto the marble floor. The way Killian had grabbed me by the waist, dragged me out of the carnage, and thrown me into a freezing, dark basement.

“You had no right to barge in. You had no right to even hit Luke!” Killian’s eyes darkened and as he took a step towards me, I took five steps back in fear. “Sure, I should have spilled his brains out for laying his damned hands on my wife. How dare you go on a silly date while you are still married to me? A date?” Killian scoffed and he was sounding like he found it hard to believe.