Marry Date Kill Novels & Stories

“You’re right. We didn’t make love. We fucked. We had sex. It’s done. I regret it. Now it’s over. I would really advise you to start focusing on your marriage right now.” The room went silent for a few seconds, and I leaned closer, straining to hear what they were saying. Then, I heard Rita’s voice, screeching in fury. “Are you fucking kidding me, Trey? Are you stupid?” I winced. “My marriage is gone. My marriage is over. Eric doesn’t want to fucking see me. He told me that the next time he sees me, he’s going to kill me. I signed a prenup when I married him, and if he divorces me, I’ll lose everything. And I mean everything.”

After all, what did I have left to lose? When my parents died, they left me more money than I could ever spend. Most of it just sat in a trust, untouched, waiting for a version of my life that no longer existed. The site offered a menu of tragedies: car crashes, drownings, hiking mishaps, and medical emergencies. My cursor hovered over one choice: sudden cardiac arrest. Ten days from now, I was supposed to marry Callum. Then I recalled Mara's words, 'I'll be Natalie's bridesmaid. When we walk down the aisle, just pretend she's not there. Pretend I'm the bride.'

he said immediately. "You first." "No." His voice carried something urgent. "You need to hear mine in person. Can you come to the office?" She was already standing. "Give me thirty minutes." Marcus had three new documents spread across the table when she arrived. He waited until she sat. Then he placed a photograph in front of her. Victor Kane. Entering a building she didn't immediately recognise. "When was this taken?" she asked. "Six days before your father's death." She looked up.

Zayna didn't get to Fourteen, she didn't even stay a week because the third day into her marriage she died, apparently her husband had forced his way into her and she practically bled to death. Mariam cringed at the remembrance, her body vibrated when she thought of herself being in that situation, causing her to develop a fear of getting married. She had lived her sixteenth year in dread that her father would one day speak to her of her marriage, but it never happened. Then she turned eighteen, many of her friends had gotten married at that age but she wasn't, so it some how didn't come as a total surprise when her father made mention of her marriage now that she was turning twenty. She kne

Eventually, his eyes lightened up deviously before he answered. “Yes, the lunar fifteenth of next month.” Next month! That date was just too soon! Was it a good time for them to get married? Whether they confirmed marriage or left it just tentative, she feared for the worst. Under the table, she gave Jake’s foot a little kick, but he appeared indifferent. “Indeed, it is an auspicious date. Are you mentally ready?” Marc indulged Myra with a concerned look. “Your father’s condition is worsening, and we never expected it to happen so suddenly. I have told him…”

what imprudence? Elder Dante didn't let his rudeness bother him as he continued to speak. “Having a wedding tonight is not possible.” Fenrir immediately stood up, his imposing figure casting a shadow over everyone as a deep frown formed on his face. “Why?” “The death of her parents forbids it,” he replied. “It's true, Alpha,” Elder Cross Everon, the fourth Elder, agreed. “It's considered taboo and bad luck to marry on the day of a funeral.”

It is a heartwarming sigh, and my mate takes my hand with a smile. “I don’t want to wait a moment longer to begin our lives together,” Tabby says urgently, “When I saw you lying there, I thought you were dead. I thought you had died, and that I would never get the chance to tell you how I feel. That was the single worst moment of my life!” “Then let’s get married today, my love,” Tony replies, “I don’t ever want to be apart again!” “I think that we can make that happen,” my husband interjects, “I know a minister who owes me a favor. And our backyard is lovely this time of year. If you really want to do this tonight, you absolutely can!”

───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 01 - 2027 ║ Friday ║ 1st Midnight ║ My heart raced as I watched Killian stride away from me, my mind spinning in both haywire of desire for I don't have any reason why, and for anticipation for my next turn — I knew that it would come soon, and I didn't know if I was ready for what might come.

"The Brenson Family is bankrupt, and now that your climb up the social ladder failed, you're here hoping Sandra will do? Rest assured, even if you two marry, you won't see a penny from us." Shawn helped Sandra up and said, "I truly love her. No matter what you say, I won't let her go this time." Kendrick said, "I'll ask you one last time, Sandra. What did you do to drive Xavier to divorce?" Sandra hesitated, not daring to answer. In the end, it didn't matter whether she admitted anything. The next day, news spread to friends and family about Queenie's funeral. On the day of the service, Kendrick and Anthony arrived. Neither could lift their heads.

I didn't care about Anne-Marie’s Mother's death, I was o nly concerned about the new marriage plan. What was in Monsieur Duval’s mind this time?