Marry Myself Novels & Stories

He had never told me I was beautiful when I looked terrible. I had spent ten years convincing myself that was normal. That love wasn't supposed to be dramatic and overwhelming. That practical was enough. But sitting here, listening to Lina gush about her imperfect, wonderful husband, I realized how much I had been lying to myself. "Anyway," Lina was saying, "that's why I always tell people, marriage is about showing up. Every day. Even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard." I nodded, eager to change the subject. The conversation was beginning to feel too close, too raw.

I had no one to blame but myself. I threw the promise ring Nate gave me on the floor and ran out before either of them saw how much they broke me.

I said and sighed in frustration. "Why does he have to get married, just let him be" he said. "Are you even paying attention. He needs to own the properties left by your father and he has to get married in order to get them or they will roll over to the government" I explained impatiently. "Ohh" he said with realization. "What are you going to do then?" he asked more concerned about the entire situation. "He won't marry any other person except for that Samantha or I would get him another lady immediately" I said and a smile spread across my face at the thought of the girl I saw at the hospital.

I have to, I have someone I'm going to marry and I'm not coming back Don't look for me I already left the country, take care of the house and pay the debt, if you don't want to be homeless..... Whatever it takes a kid to survive...."

"If the problem is that you haven't seen each other in a while, I can arrange for you two to meet soon. So you can talk before deciding on the proposal and wedding dates." Ethan sighed heavily. There was no more room for refusal. Flora was determined that he should marry the woman of her choice. There was no more room for negotiation. "Do I really have to get married?" Flora raised her eyebrows. "Is there another way for you to have children without marrying again? If there is, just say it. I'm ready to do it." "We could adopt a child," Ethan replied softly. At least with adoption, he wouldn't need to marry another woman. He could still have and raise a child like a normal couple.

Phoenix stared down at me, cold and brutal, a tiny hint of a menacing smile on his lips. Marry Jaguar. That was what he had been trying to say back in my apartment. He had tried to explain it, but I hadn’t wanted to listen. Claiming wasn’t just saying something was yours; it was a promise. He had promised to marry me, and I hadn’t fought him on it.

I can handle this as long as I get Kaden at the end of it. The nausea returns with full force and I have to use everything in me to hold it back, every bit of strength to not run back outside and throw up. I have to fight it. I need to marry Kaden. I must do it! I need him. ~*~ “I now pronounce you husband and wife!” Oh my holy mother of God! I’m honest to God, married! With the ring and everything! Mrs Annabell Stephanie Adora Gray. I am such a grown up!

*Flashback* "Marry me." "What?" "Marry me." I look at my boyfriend like the crazy person he is but I'm surprised when I don't see even a hint of humor in his eyes. So I look back at him again, now with the same intensity he's radiating through his eyes. But it's to ask him again, "What?" Aaron Miller has made a declaration, to himself and the people around him. That he would never again get married and he put that on his life.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. "I have to marry and mate with them, the sooner the better. I have to do this and I hate that I have to, Sarafina, because my heart only belongs to you and I want to give myself only to you but I can't let them die, baby. I have to save them. I need to do it...today...tomorrow...before the end of the week. I wouldn't be saying this to you if there was any other option but there is no other option." It felt like everything around me lost its colour. Marry and mate them? Today, tomorrow, basically every day for the rest of the week?

I run all the way to my run, closing the door and locking it. I lean against the door and only once I’m alone do I allow the tears to fall. It’s what I’ve always wanted, but not like this, never like this. I can’t marry him no matter how much I’ve wanted to. All I’ve done is given myself time and time again to all of them. How much more must I give before I can finally start doing stuff for myself? I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy giving them anything they want, but marriage, this is different.