Marry My Husband Novels & Stories

Reality comes flooding into my brain and I step back, lowering my head. “I’m meeting my husband tomorrow, I... We can’t do this, I can’t…” I'm simply in shock, but also desperate to throw him on the grass and have my way with him. For all supernatural creates sex is an itch that must be scratched. We crave it, and boy... I've been in the definition of a dry spell. “You’re not marrying anyone,” he says, matter of fact, reaching for my face again. I look up into his big eyes, and he seems so sure of himself.

"What do you mean?" I swallowed, wrapping my hand tighter around him. "I do want to marry you. I want to get to the part when I can call you my husband, where you would kiss me in front of everyone. Where I would get to love you as your wife. I really want to get to that part with you." He swallowed, his fingers gently caressing my face. "Don't get me too used to this and then walk out on me, Red. I am not sure how I am supposed to recover because this would be the first time I am standing this bare and..."

In my past life, my sister and I got married on the same day. I married Ethan Vance, a conservative, old-school business tycoon. My fiery temper clashed with his family's rigid rules, and we fought constantly. My sister Seraphina married General Alexander Marshall, a cold and ruthless military man. She was gentle and timid, and while her husband was always away on duty, his adopted sister Sophia tormented her endlessly until she fell into depression and died. The first thing I did when I was reborn was swap husbands with my sister. Before the wedding, I made a deal with Alexander: "This is just a political marriage. We each get what we need. No feelings involved." But after we married,

"I think you haven't heard what I just said. I am not your property. You cannot tell me what to do and what not to do" I said emphasizing each word and pulling my hand back from his hold but in return, he made it tighter and yanked me towards him. I was struggling to free my hand when he yelled at me. "Enough of this drama. I guess it is of no use now" he said snapping his eyes at me that hold expressions that were opposite to what he generally holds. "We are going to marry tomorrow" "Excuse me" "I guess my dear future wife has some problem in hearing. I said that WE ARE GOING TO MARRY TOMORROW"

I think the officiant decided to ignore that. "Do you, Isabelle Kimberly Greene, take, Ivan Trevelyan, as your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, fit or fat, for the rest of your life?" I hesitated, swallowing. Did I really want to do this? I mean, I had no other option. No marriage, no job. I felt the weight of stares from different angles on me particularly from behind me -where the bridesmaids were- and in front of me -where Mr. Asshole stood- I looked up to meet his gaze. His grey eyes were fixed solely on me, unmoving. His stare was daring. Daring me to say something stupid. Daring me to ruin everything.

I say. Erick smiles at me. “Thank you,” he says. “For what?” I ask him. “For listening to your husband,” he says, laughing. “You are not my husband yet,” I say to him. “Oh yeah, that is right. You are supposed to marry me today,” Erick says. “Okay, fine. Let's get married right now,” I say to him. “Are you serious?” Erick asks. “Yes, why the hell not?” I ask him. “Okay. Let's do it!” Erick says.

He murmured, I pulled back fazed, “Huh?!” what is he… “We’re married.” I reminded him, “That was hidden, this time I want the whole world to watch.” He said with a smile, “Please, Marry me. I don’t think I can leave without you anymore.” He murmured, Laughing, “Yes… I will but I want my mother to be there too.” I said to him and he sighed, “I don’t know her situation now so…”

A big-hearted lawyer who treats a whispered vow like a legal contract. “Hava çok güzel,” I called back. “So you come here, my sweet, sweet husband.” His grin widened. He loved when I called him that. And honestly, I counted our religious ceremony as real anyway. He was mine. He was my husband. Still… if we ever split up, I’ll have to take everything—including those expensive briefs he loves so much. So I’d better get this man to the official marriage office ASAP. Know your rights, ladies.

Saad scolded her. "Will never say that." "Say it quickly please, you know what, I feel the husband vibes by your calling me by my name." At Saad's this gesture, Haya's face turned into disappointment. It did not remain hidden from Saad. "What happened?" Once again Saad took her face in his hands and asked her lovingly. "How can we marry?" "Same way everyone marries. I mean we both will say "I accept three times". Then we are married. Either you didn't invent a new method of it, is this so?"

Donovan walked towards me and whispered in my ear, “You want to marry me? I will make sure you never enjoy every single second of your remaining life spent with me.” I smiled at him with confidence. “Looking forward to this epic movie, My Husband.”