Marry Date Kill Novels & Stories

he muttered. “Killian was good for you. He took care of you better than I ever did. And it hurt me more than I’ll ever say, but I swear I did none of this to stop your marriage. I knew if I did something like that, it would only make you hate me more, so I didn’t dare. I had made sure that only one note carried my death, but it was dated three months after you must have married Killian. I did not know when you would have discovered I was dead.

It had been long overdue and Killian was taking forever to finalise a fucking date so they decided to do it on their own. The wedding was going to take place a month from now. He lifted his phone and scrolled through his contact list. He pressed on the name "Pain In The Ass," and swiped the green button. The ring went on but as expected he didn't pick. He rang again and again. He finally picked the phone when he rang for the fifth time. "What do you want?" Killian asked his father, annoyed. " Called to inform you that your wedding date is finalized," The senior Serrano got straight to the point. A moment of silence passed between them as Killian processed the information.

In my thoughts. I suddenly remembered that we didn't go to school on the second day. because I woke up at noon and that's when I first met Zik as my husband and I also remembered my dad and Zik's dad welcomed both of us to a new family. That's why I don't remember anyone giving flowers, chocolates and anything else at the university because I was absent. Yes, I didn't even know that day was Valentines day. Still, I don't know why the date written in our marriage contract is really 14? seriously because as far as I know, I was kidnapped on February 13 and I actually got married on the night of February 13 right? I asked myself confused.

After three years in a long-distance relationship, I went straight to the courthouse as soon as my flight landed, ready to marry Willow Payne. Instead, she showed up holding a newborn baby. Without a trace of guilt, she placed the baby in my arms. "This is Rachel, my daughter with Preston. You can raise her from now on." My mind went blank. Standing beside her, my childhood friend, Preston Webb, burst out laughing. "Willow and I got drunk one night, and one thing led to another. We ended up sleeping together. Your time working out of town is finally over, and now you get to come home and be a dad. Hell of a surprise, right?" I stared at them. "Do you seriously think this is funny?"

That if you did not Mary your mate in a span of 1 month you will both die? “ Is what you said to me is really true?” I asked him again to confirm it. "About what?" He answered. "About that. Mate, marriage.” I replied shortly. I know that he knows what I am pertaining to. “Yes, same as your brother and my sister. They need to get married this month too, for them to live.” Oh my God. Is that the reason why my brother is rushing a wedding? Did she also seal a contract with a werewolf? We are both doomed.

He for once didn't take any advantage of me. I didn't realised that i was thinking about Raghav ji standing in the living room infront of my parents. My thinking session got broke when i heard my father saying ''Call our priest immediately and asked him to give a date of next month. We need to marry her off before the Malhotra's start finding faults in her. We don't know when they'll change their decision.'' ''You are right. I'll call our priest right away.'' My mother replied and called our priest.

“C’mon, we are going to Logan’s party.” “We are?” I heard myself ask. “Why, yes. We are and you are going to be my date.” She drawled and beamed at me. I was about to open my lips and protest when she placed her finger on my lips. “And you can’t say no.” I took her hand and removed it from around my arm. “You seem to be forgetting, Miranda.” I moved out of her grasp and straightened my clothes. “I am married.” I told her.

What if he already married her before me? 'No, you are not' If I was, then I doubt the woman would've allowed him to marry me. I looked over to Derek who was fast asleep beside me on the bed, and my stomach grumbled furiously. The thought of suffocating him to death with a pillow crossed my mind, but no way I would become a murderer because of him. He wasn't worth ending up in jail for. I put the phone away and lay beside him on the bed. There wasn't any point keeping myself awake while he was sleeping peacefully, so I went to sleep.

She saw me as the quieter, more docile one—the perfect candidate for a wife who could pass away from illness any moment. The wedding was fast-tracked, set for just three days later aboard a luxury yacht. Robin said affectionately over the phone, "Kathy, I want to give you a wedding unlike any other." I gripped the phone tight and smirked. The deep sea. A private yacht. Wasn't that the perfect place to commit a murder and dispose of a body? It looked like Robin was planning to make her move on the night of the wedding. After all, her signature move had always been to kill one of the Powell ladies and frame the other for the crime.

I received his reply only two hours later, stating, "You're nine months pregnant, and the due date is imminent, Meryl. You shouldn't be joking about our marriage or our unborn baby in such a manner. You'd better not bring this up again!" I couldn't stop my tears from streaming down my face as I read his response. I longed to think the loss of my baby was a mere illusion, but the profound, hollow ache in my belly was a crushing reality.