Marry Myself Mga Nobela at Kwento

He hadn’t even given me a chance to explain myself. I didn’t want this marriage. I didn’t want him. I sank to the floor, burying my face in my hands. “There’s no way he’ll still want to marry me,” I whispered to myself. “He’ll back out now. He has to.”

In order to break the rule of traditional marriage, I must offer myself to another man. For I would no longer dare allow my own self to be used for such practical marriage and commitment. Not in this era, not in this life and not ever. There's no backing up from here onwards.

"You haven't given me a good reason that I can't cancel my own marriage." He glanced at Dominic who was still staring at me, peering through the things I wasn't saying right to my soul it felt like. I wanted to tell him the truth. I wanted to scream that if this wedding happened, I would die. That this marriage was nothing but a humiliating death sentence. But I couldn’t. If I started talking about the future, they’d think I was crazy. So I swallowed the fury burning in my throat and forced my voice to remain even. “It's at the least rushed."

"First, I was the one who set up your dream wedding. Second, your family doesn't like you. Third, for a wedding to happen, you usually need a groom.” "Actually, I could marry myself.” "It's still a good option.” She doesn't see me rolling my eyes, she's busy stapling the glass of the machine. “Do you want to know? Who needs a ridiculous soda? Not me, for sure. I hope this ridiculous thing explodes the next time someone tries to eat one of these ridiculous snacks. Maaas... "Forging tranquility with a deep sigh, she turns on her heels, moves her hair to her back and stares at me with determination. "If marriage is so important to your stupid family, why don't yo

This time when I search for his voice amongst all the others, I find it. Don’t marry him, because I want you for myself. Choose me. Us.

"You should be happy, Sister. Forget the past and reach for your happiness." "Ryan… I want to be happy, but can I be happy with the man who has made Ruby suffer? Would I be a traitor if that happened?" inner Rose screamed pitifully. The feeling of doubt was so strong that it swept through her. Rose realized she had put herself in a challenging situation. Rose could neither god nor dodge. The woman admitted that would forever tie her to Robert until he divorced her. "What God has united cannot be separated by humans." The marriage advice stirred Rose's consciousness.

Yet for some reason, I felt like I was selling myself, like I was selling my happiness and pace at a cheap rate, like either way I would lose. And some losses hurt a lot more than the last. It was at that moment, I walked over to the mirror and picked up my makeup kit. I was getting married. And no one would stop me. Not even me.

Straightening my clothes, I said, “I want an intimate wedding where only ten or fewer people will attend. It’s only fair to me if we were the only ones around. Fewer people, less drama.” Everette’s mouth fell open. “That’s not the wedding I am imagining. That’s my wedding. The whole world will know.” “You can marry yourself,” I suggested while smiling sweetly. You badly wanted to marry me? Then, I will make your life difficult, Everette. You brought this upon yourself. His expression darkened. “You don’t believe in marriage?”

That’s when I knew that one day I’d make her mine, that she must belong to me and as time went on, all of that only grew more and more real. Since she’s been gone, so many women have tried to pursue me, tried to put across how available and suited to me they were, but I knew if I was to choose someone, I’d just be even more miserable, at least being on my own, I wasn’t tied to anyone that I didn’t want, or love and I wasn’t hurting anyone by never giving them a loving marriage.

I ignored her, smacking her hand aside with force. Her arm stiffened midair, her teeth grinding audibly as she yelled, “Fine! You think you’re so tough now, huh? You’re poor and bitter but full of attitude. Three days from now, I’m getting married to Cole. Val will also be back that day, with her mysterious husband. If you’ve got the guts, come!” The word “wedding” made Cole’s eyes light up. He quickly added, “Or maybe he’s too scared of being exposed. Maybe he won’t even dare show up.”