Marry Date Kill Novels & Stories

Katherine said, raising her eyes. "What do you mean by that?" Jazzy narrowed her eyes. "You can't get married because there will be no marriage. I'm going to kill that man," Katherine said with a curt tone, not a single emotion flashed in her tone, which left Jazzy scared. She thought Katherine was the Contender she needed to eliminate, but Katherine wished to kill Zac. "Why? Haven't they shared a child already? the token of their love!" Jazzy thought. "If you are saying all this to fool me then don't say it, because whatever your intention is, it will never succeed because I won't let you go out of here alive," Jazzy said, dismissing what Katherine had said.

I said simply. He rolled his eyes and looked disgusted before pointing to today's date itself. I'm right, huh? "You dumb! You're really numb! It's July 14th and you got married on April 14th!" she almost rolled her eyes at me. "It means you've been married for 3 months now!" I just frowned and looked at her in wonder. "Oh, yeah...it's been three months," It feels like it’s just yesterday when I found out that mommy was going to marry me to some stranger. I don't expect us to last like this. Well, our married life will really work because I and Callum don't interfere in each other's business.

I expect a bullet to hit me any time now, but he chuckles and turns to Brad instead. “Seventh of October,” Brad blurts out my death date. Two months. Of course. That’s how long you have to remain married in this country for the marriage to be legal. That’s why he agreed to all my terms, future plans and even moving out of his family estate. I was never going to live past our honeymoon. The bastard! My rage spirals out of control at the thought. I have unstrapped my gun and blown Brad’s brains off before my sanity kicked in.

The marriage shall remain legally valid for a period of one year, unless terminated under the conditions outlined in this agreement. One year. I nodded to myself. That seemed fair. After all neither of us had any intention to make it last forever. I flipped to the next page. Clause 2. The existence and terms of this marriage agreement shall remain strictly confidential. Neither party shall disclose its contents to any third party without the written consent of the other I frowned. “So…no one can know this marriage is fake?”. Mr Hayes nodded. “Correct” “Not even my best friend?”. I asked “I'm afraid not”. He replied

I smile hopefully. He sighs. “Sadly, no, I have not found our future Queen. And Father is refusing to hand over the crown until I find her. But I do have excellent news. Father and the council are announcing two things tomorrow. One, is your marriage to Finch. The other, is the date of the execution of Alicia Zillard for the murder of innocent humans.” “Are you serious? They have an actual date?” I ask in disbelief. “I was actually going to call you in a few. Yes, we have a date! March 29, 2024,” I can actually hear Caleb smiling.

She focused on her friend and waited for her to talk. Jessie sucked her teeth and looked at her friend. "We decided to leave my dream and work towards everything. Together. We created a list of do's and don't. Mark and I agreed to do shows only on Friday nights when we are married and tonight, we are going to set a date for the wedding. I'm so excited babe. I have waited for this."

"It's okay. I don't care how dangerous it is!" Tera cried even harder, wanting to hug Brandon and apologize for everything. In the past, she had treated Brandon as a dating partner with no future of marriage, not because she didn't like him, but Tera had a marriage trauma, so she and Brandon agreed not to force it. They were simply walking down the path of destiny, wherever destiny led them, and it seemed that this sorrowful path was their destiny. "Tera, we need to meet tomorrow. Hold on until then. Make sure your husband doesn't find out about this plan. Don't let it fail like before. Do you understand?"

“Wait, isn’t it a thing to choose a special date for getting married? Today’s Justin’s grandfather’s funeral. Isn’t it bad luck to get our marriage license today?” She had only come across this idea of avoiding “unlucky days” after spending time in Lincourt City. The thought of their anniversary coinciding with the day of a funeral gave her the chills. Zac glanced at her with a reassuring smile and reached over to gently ruffle her hair. “Don’t worry. I checked—today’s actually a great day to get married. Besides, people pass away every day. Are we supposed to stop living because of it?” Helen frowned. “But what about our anniversaries?”

My calendar notification appears at 6:50 AM: Five Years. I dismiss it. I already know what day it is. I have known since I woke at 4 AM and couldn't fall back asleep. Five years ago today, I was supposed to marry Elena Sinclair at St. Patrick's Cathedral. Three hundred guests. String quartet. Flowers imported from Ecuador because Elena mentioned once that she loved blue hydrangeas. Instead, I spent that day in my father's office, listening to him explain why choosing her meant losing everything.

"The account automatically gets locked. Only Mr. Hammond can unlock it with facial recognition." If he were available, she wouldn't be doing this. Rosalyn kept thinking about what else Eric would use. She then suddenly remembered the time he made her memorize faces and the passcode to his phone back then. It was their wedding date. Could the safe have the same passcode? The thought came fast, but she dismissed it just as quickly. He'd opened this safe years ago, so the passcode must have been set long before their marriage. It couldn't possibly be their wedding date.