Marry Myself Novels & Stories

EMMETT. “I belong to no one. I own myself and if you do not let me go when I want to leave, you will be as good as dead. After All, you should be scared that you might rather than proposing to marry me or were you somehow expecting me to swoon for the ‘I will never let you go’ part? I think you should stop trying to get me to feel something and focus on our goal for getting married.” I expected a wittier reply.

He rose from the seat to walk out. I yelped so loud one would think I was crazy. "What?! Tomorrow." "You heard me," he said before walking out. The huge lump in my throat wouldn't go away. It grew bigger and bigger. The feeling of dread in my belly took over. I refused to move an inch. Thinking about my fate now; I'll say this fate of mine is worse than death. This has to be a joke. I don't want this marriage. If I fight this union, it will give a narrative about me that isn't true; and that is being self centered.

“Are you being serious right now?” “George, stop yelling,” my mom said. She then touched my hand. “Mari, please explain what you mean. Are you talking about a spiritual marriage? Did you marry yourself? Because you know I would’ve come to support you. You need to find yourself after”—her voice lowered to a whisper— “the David thing.”

This name seems familiar to me, I really thought about it but I don't remember anything so I was annoyed and threw the paper away. "Here! It's yours! I can't allow it! You signed it yourself! What's wrong with you ?! Hey, I'm a goddess ?! That man is so lucky! I haven't even seen or even met him! Then I'm going to get married in name only? Are you crazy !!!! ????! Over my dead body! Try to marry yourself !!!! "I replied annoyed. Bitch! Alright, if you really don't want to and you don't love your life anymore, It's your choice." He said with a horrible smile so I was nervous.

I have no idea what will happen in the upcoming days but if I say yes, everything changes. But this time, it will be on my terms. I won’t disappear. I won’t give up on my identity. I won’t shrink. A marriage wouldn’t define me. I would define it.

She turned once again to leave. But that relentlessly cool voice was not going to let her go. "Marry me next week and I will bail your father out of debt, pay off his loan, and send in my own team of experts to help oversee the recovery of his company," it continued, bringing her to yet another quivering standstill. "Which," he added, "I will fund until it can stand on its own two feet." Don’t marry me next week, and I will light the litmus under an embezzlement scandal, then just stand back and watch it go up.’

Standing in front of the mirror I stare at myself back, today is the big day of my life, how I imagine this going to be, like every second girl wish to marry her prince charming or love of her life, Alas not everyone can have what they want, not everyone gets there happily ever after. I can't imagine in just one week only one week my life take the drastic change, I have to choose between stay safe or stay happy, I choose to stay safe, "Dear god!!! Please stop testing me more, I believe in you please make this thing work out and please be on my side, I promise you to give my 100% in this marriage as I promise to 'Mrs grey' " I send a silent prayer.

"My grandmother and grandfather will kill me. When I don't take you back to Spain. They already know about our viral video. My grandmother is fearing God. She doesn't want me to turn my back on you. Marry me... So that we can correct the mistake of both of us." "Marco, married? Do you think we both love each other? Haha!” He bowed to my laughter. It's funny. "If I marry someone? My ex-boyfriend... Because, he's my fiance—Unfortunately! Cause our video was leaking. The fucking video!” Silence prevailed between the two of us, with neither of us speaking. I don't see myself now marrying a man. I'm a trash girl. What other man will accept me? I absorbed all the bad words my ex-boyfriend said.

I shook my head. “Marry me, right here, right now. Through Carys and Kian’s bodies, I want our souls to unite. Mark my soul with yours, Mora, and let me do the same…” I licked the dryness off my lips. “Marry me and I’ll stop all this right here, right now. You have my words.” Moratia peered at me for a while, her gaze intense, before she turned her head and looked at Marikh. Tears began to well up in her eyes, confusion clear on her face.