Marry Me Novels & Stories

A replacement? I look at myself only to find me standing in front of the big door. Should I run? Or should I marry him? To be honest, I not know what to do in my life. That man, I mean… the one who I will get married to… he is handsome. Got some damn pretty face. The door soon opened. What a rush, I thought to myself as I walk in my usual pace. I assume, bride are suppose to walk in a slow pace but in my case… the hell I care. Just look at me. Look how I ruin this stupid wedding of these people.

"We promised each other that our children would get married." What the hell? He isn't trying to tell me to get married to a guy right now, right? I'm still seventeen, I barely know how to do housework. I don't know how to be a mom. I don't even know what love is! I definitely don't plan on having a relationship with anyone. "No," I reply, "you're not going to force me to marry someone right now right?" I start to panic. "No, I'm not," He says, I let out a relieved sigh.

No mess is nothing but a perfect marriage. He sifted through every woman he'd dated in the past, every single girlfriend he'd exchanged a few words with, every work relationship he'd had lunch with. He couldn't bring out anyone. Disappointment crawled up his nerve endings. He is a man in his thirties, quite attractive, intelligent, and financially secure. And he couldn't find a decent woman to marry. He only had a week to find his wife. His cell phone rings. Eric picked it up. "Swann."

I said excitedly pointing at the man who sat in front of me and sipping his drinks . "What do you mean you are married "bella yelled . "I got married to this man and this is the marriage agreement " I told her throwing her the papers . bella quickly scan through the papers and her face turned to that of total horror . "You got married to a man you know nothing about ,you so going to reget this tomorrow "she said and dragged me up . "Wifey hope you are available tomorrow"the man said to Me . "I will be at your place"I told him with a smile and he nodded .

“I am here to collect debts… or shall I say, to get my future wife. Are you ready to come and marry me?” Mariane exasperatedly sighed. ‘I guess I have no choice but to say I Do.’

It couldn't be just any girl. He had to be able to bribe whoever was with him, especially if they were going to spend time together. The lawyer told him that they could meet at one of Stefano's favorite coffee shops in ten minutes. After some time, both were at the cafeteria table. "So what you want is to draw up a marriage contract in which it is specified that after that time you both will not see each other again, right?" "That's right" answered the man with the last name Mancini.

They were in blue denim dungarees with white shirts beneath and white sneakers, looking adorable. They did a simple step dance but it was well-coordinated and followed the rhythm of the song. It was a song done by Bruno Mars, called, 'Marry You.' ~“It’s a beautiful night, we’re looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you. Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you.”~

I'll just get my fare from there. Elijah's gaze locked onto hers, not even blinking or moving his lens. She blinked, so she took the money he was giving her. "Once I give you something, take it. I'm your husband, so even though we got married under strange circumstances, we're still married. What's mine is yours, from now on. Do you understand, Charlotte?" She didn't know what to say, so she just nodded. "I put aside the money you're talking about, so don't worry about where it is."

He looked up at me, eyes locked on mine And then, he said, “Madeleine Júlia Cordeiro... I don’t have a big speech, and maybe I should’ve hired a band or had fireworks here, but I know this, you're it for me. I want you in my house. In my bed. At my table. Every morning, every night, for the rest of my life.” My chest squeezed, tears already welling in my eyes. “I want your name on everything. I want your toothbrush next to mine. I want your voice in every room. Your things in every drawer. Your hand in mine until we’re old.” He raised the box a little higher, eyes never leaving mine. “And to make sure you never leave, I’ve got to get the government involved. So marry

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” I giggled against him, stroking his face. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” “Fuck.” He kissed me harder. “Marry me, Zara. Marry me.” I trembled, kissing him back with just as much urgency. Just as much passion. Just as much lust… Just as much love. “Yes, I’ll marry you,” I whispered, tears sliding down my cheeks. Knowing that there was no other person I would rather spend my happily ever after with.