Marry Me Juliet Novels & Stories

Terran I hadn’t been able to think of anything else except my father’s demands. I would lose everything. He hadn’t given me a choice. He was making me marry someone I couldn’t possibly love. In his attempt to give me that happiness he was convinced I was missing out on, he was damning me to a miserable life of being trapped in a marriage I didn’t want. How could he have possibly thought that was better than a lifetime of being single?

“You’ll get your revenge. I promise. But we can’t just go after Hunter directly. He’s too powerful. The only way you’ll get your revenge is if you marry him.” I stared at him, confused. “Marry him? After everything he’s done to me?” “Yes,” Cross said, his voice steady. “Think about it, Bernice. If you marry him, you’ll be inside his world. You’ll have access to everything he owns, everything he values. Once his guard is down, you can destroy him from the inside.” I hesitated, the idea both horrifying and thrilling. “But how? He hates me now. He’ll never agree to marry me.”

I said to her and she turned to me without any expression. "Or maybe.. I was already falling in love with you." I said straight to the point and her eyes widened. "This is my only last chance to talk to you about it. Now it's up to you." I was being honest. I risked everything to be here in Paris. I set Lena up to introduce Nadine to Juliet and I was so thankful that Lena helped me. "But I.. I don't want to marry you." Juliet said and that's enough. If she doesn't want to marry me, then I can't force her. I've tried my best and I have to continue my own journey.

Leonora chimed in. Julian ignored her completely, stepping closer to look at me like he wanted to physically rewrite reality. “You,” he said, fixing his gaze on me. “Yes.” “You’re going to marry her.” Harlow choked. “What?” I didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.” Julian froze. That was clearly not the answer he expected, but it was the only answer I had. “I’m not asking,” he said roughly. “I know,” I replied. That made him pause, just for a second. Harlow looked between us like she was watching a storm form inside the living room. “You two are insane,” she whispered.

"However you want to punish me, I'll—" "Marry me." He pecked her lips, his tone dead serious. "Willie, you disappeared right after you saved me. We've already missed out on so many years. I don't want us to be apart anymore." Willow froze for a moment before nodding. "Alright." When Juliet heard that, her chest tightened so painfully that she couldn't bear it anymore. In the end, she coughed up a mouthful of blood and blacked out on the spot.

“Girl! You’re looking so good. Marriage looks good on you!” Juliet rolled her eyes. “Oh please, you have only been away for a week, babe.” Aliyah sighed. “Yeah, right. But I miss you a lot, Mrs Creeks.” Juliet blushed. She still couldn’t get used to the fact that she really did marry the love of her life and now had his last name. “I miss you too, Mrs Kingsley.” Juliet squealed. “Girl! Look at us, married to our daddies, our zaddies.”

“I’m not here to threaten you, Julian.” “Then what are you here for?” She folded her hands on the table. “To understand why someone like you,” she said, “married into a family of wolves... and never once barked.” Julian leaned back, letting the question sit. Outside, rain tapped the window softly—more drizzle than storm. “I didn’t marry wolves,” he said. “I married Charlotte.” Mirra nodded once. “And now you’re inside the house.” Julian tilted his head. “Is this the part where you offer me a better one?”

“I didn’t plan to do it like this. I wanted to do it properly. Obviously you can very publicly dump me and then blame it on me. But I hope you won’t.” Jules stared at him, his mind reeling. Was he… was he really saying what Jules thought he was saying? “Sweetheart,” Devlin murmured, pulling him even tighter, so tight it probably looked indecent. “Say something.” Jules looked into his anxious eyes. “I don’t understand,” he managed at last. This couldn’t be happening. Not to him. Devlin’s gaze softened. “Julian,” he said gently, bringing them to a halt. “Marry me.”

"I can't imagine my life without you and Shan. You are part of my life and without you, I don't know what and where I am now. I can't be this successful without you two." "From the beginning and until the end, I love you. Will you marry me, Miss Julia Ellaine Avery, soon-to-be Anderson?" She cried then and hugged me tightly, "Of course! I'm really going to marry you, Mister John Marco Aquino!" I rolled my eyes and laughed, "Please, I don't like Marco. John is fine," I laughed when we were suddenly overwhelmed by our group. "Julia! Aww, I'm so happy for both of you!" Giselle hugged her.

I am sure I am not the only one who has an invitation] Taking the gilt trimmed card her offered her she was shocked at what she read, it was a formal invitation to her wedding to Romero something she knew nothing about. ‘What the fuck is this?’ She looked at Carlotta and anger burned in her eyes, ‘’What the fuck does he think I would just agree to marry him after he drugged and kidnapped me?’ Juliette was raging and turned to the Dons, ‘Non sapevo nulla di questo e posso assicurarvi gentiluomo che non sposerò il Gran Don Romero’ [I knew nothing of this and I can assure you gentleman I will not be marrying Grand Don Romero]