Marry Date Kill Novels & Stories

"So how long will you guys be staying here?" "That doesn't matter" "I'm sure you'll be a happy family" "Are you jealous Marissa?" "Killian, why would I be jealous" "You're jealous, you're in love with me" "No I'm not" "You're lying" "Killian, please, can we not do this right now" "What do you want to do lemon?" "Can't you see I'm upset" "Yes I can, and that's why I'm not leaving" "Killian, You know I like you, but you're getting married in two days, and the fact that I have feelings for you, is making me go crazy, and I don't want to have feelings for someone who's about to get married"

I was trying on my bridal dress when the hotel manager called. "Miss McPherson, someone's come to wreck your grand wedding venue," he announced, his voice tinged with a hint of glee. "You should come here to assess the damage." I was stunned. I had spent half a year of my hard-earned savings on this wedding! Who did these culprits think they were? Tomorrow was supposed to be the day I married my fiancé of seven years, Matteo Brando. Why was someone sabotaging our wedding now?

Bree said, knowing it sounded sappy and not caring. He turned and grinned at her before leaning over and kissing her lips. He tasted like the cold drinks they’d been sipping on all day, and she couldn’t get enough of him. The wedding had gone off smoothly, despite Bree’s tendency to worry over everything. It had been a simple ceremony with only about fifty people in attendance. Shawna and Zach, who’d been married for almost a year, performed, “Meant to Marry Me.” Bree had wept like a little girl, and Trent had had a tear or two in his eyes as well. Hank had done a much better job the second time around as best man and atoned himself for his initial shortcomings.

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

Terry was obviously dissatisfied, and he furrowed his brows, saying, "June is too far away, darling." "Every six months, so that others wouldn't think we were too eager." "Engagements and weddings were separated by three months, and they were also very common." Terry flipped the calendar back again and finally stopped at March 28th. "On this day, it was auspicious for marriage, a good day," he said. "It was too early." Jessica shook her head and took the phone back, flipping it backwards. "May 5th, is it good for you to have your birthday on this day?"

I held the microphone, my voice echoing throughout the place. The people around us murmured among themselves, and Celia's face showed a fleeting moment of embarrassment. "Zane, stop it. It’s our wedding today." "You’re realizing that now? I don't want to marry you anymore. You're free. Go marry whoever you want." After saying that, I looked at Shane. "Shane, congratulations, you’ve won. I don't want this woman anymore. I wish you a happy marriage and many children." Of course, I did it on purpose.

He grunted on his last words. "The marriage will most probably be next Wednesday, a week from today. Do not try to act smart by framing something with your sexy billionaire rake because I'm not going to spare you anymore. I will kill you in the most brutal way so that you will remember your hazardous death even for your next hundred births to come."

Lena said flatly. “Terrifying,” Mara agreed. Lena sank into her stool, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle on her. “Honestly, at this point, I’d be happy with a decent date for this wedding. A date who can smile, hold a conversation, and not try to sell me crypto.” “That’s a low bar,” Mara said. “We can do better. You, my dear, need a date who will make Damian’s eye twitch.” “That’s oddly specific.” “Yes.” Mara downed half her drink. “Because I want that moment captured in HD.”

She thought back to three days ago in his study. He'd have killed her because of a slap. One slap. She wasn’t defending herself, she was wrong. But still, he could have been nice. Maybe slap her back, but not try to kill her. She recalled crying to bed. Tears streaming down her face while she stared at the ceiling as realization dawned on her, that she was to marry in three days. Now here she was, getting glammed up for the ‘big day’. She was just twenty four and she was already getting married. Not even to a man of choice, but to a Mafia’s Son. One who despises her with every fiber of his being. One who’d kill her without as much as a backward glance, a second thought.

Just like he was “I’m sorry but I can’t marry you,” Under normal circumstances she would have been overjoyed with the proposal, but as of now, with all that happened, with Rose around and with her being oblivious to what was cooking in his mind.. She refused “My dear woman, are you giving yourself the joy of believing that I am asking you?, I am just informing you about the date of our marriage, the 30th of next month. Don't busy your mind with what you are to me.. Tool or a toy, as long as I want you to belong to me.. You will be mine.. Dead or alive!,”