Marry Your Fictional Character Online Novels & Stories

Marry said and takes out her phone. " What is it?" Faith asks. " I just found an app where you can write your work and let people read it all over the world," Marry said, and Faith was stunned. "Marry, but what to do with that? I am okay", Faith said. "Faith you need to do that, you need to upload your work through your laptop through your phone and let people know your talent, "' Marry said. " What are you saying Marry this is impossible and I am not interested," Faith swirl her eyes.

This must be a big ass joke. A lock of hair falls over Bhyron’s forehead, making him appear like some K-pop hunk. Sigh. The Lord just had to make my worst enemy impossibly gorgeous. Aunt Ophelia scoots to the edge of her seat. “Mr Bhyron, what do you mean? The contract clearly states that you intend to get married to my niece.” Bhyron gets to his feet and paces around the table, still fiddling with the pencil. “I don’t want an actual marriage with Amani. Everything from the engagement to the marriage itself will be fake. Fake rings, fake priests, fake vows. Fake marriage certificate. Everything will be fake.”

He was like my mentor and role model whom I looked up to but I really wasn’t sure If I wanted to forgive him for the whole marriage bomb he dropped on me right before his death. “Have you thought about hiring someone?” Sam suggested, pulling me out of my thoughts which were spiraling out of control by the way. “Is that even possible?” I asked in utter shock. “Of course.”He replied. “I even hear there is an app for it these days. “You go on there, find a woman you are compact-able with, draw up a contract, sign it, and voila you could be married by next week if your heart so desires.”

But she assured me that it would be beneficial for both of us. Reluctantly, I agreed to her proposal. We began our fake relationship, attending pack gatherings and events together, portraying a bond that wasn't truly there. It was challenging to maintain the facade, especially when I longed for a genuine connection with my true mate. Nevertheless, I trusted my beta and believed that she had my best interests at heart.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

"Second kill," "And besides, I already love someone else, I'm sorry." "Triple kill," "Shut up! Zack!" "What? I was just voice acting mobile legends lines." "Who? That ugly fictional character?" How dare he? He called me a fictional character?! But was it pertaining at me? "Woah! Ugly fictional character? Who?" Zack sarcastically praised. "Who is that fictional character? " I murmured. "Yes." And she agreed?! How could she? She's In love with a fictional character. Is she joking? "I love Zeke. Nothing has change." Wait!she loves me? Amira still loves me!

‘I want to marry you. There was a beat of silence. Then he blinked. ‘I mean—not really marry you,’ I added in a rush, the dam well and truly broken now. ‘I mean yes, technically, but not romantically. It’s fake. A cover. A bluff. A strategic performance. My parents—okay, my mum—has basically gone full villain mode and is trying to auction me off to some obscenely wealthy fifty-year-old who owns like, half the shipping industry and is on the hunt for Wife Number Five, and if I don’t show up with someone even richer and more terrifying, she’s going to force me into some grotesque merger of souls and assets. I’ve got three days to conjure up a billionaire fiancé with serious scary-man energy, a

My best friend was still looking down, but I became a bit excited myself at the possibility of her getting out of the arranged marriage chosen by her parents. “Wanna hear it?” I asked, excitement laced my voice. “It might help you.” She gestured with her hand for me to continue. “Let’s hear your idea. If it can help, then why not?” “I think it will,” I said firmly because I had experienced it myself. I scooted closer to her, and although the music was loud, I didn’t want anyone to hear what I was about to tell her. I whispered very softly into her ear, “You can hire a he-wolf to pose as your mate.”

"Creatures in this world are connected by numerous threads. All shifters have their beast spirits hold the ends of their threads. Since your beast still needs to be cultivated, then how could she find her mate in you? Of course, she could have sensed your not-entirely-developed spirit, but it is rather unlikely." "Fucking hell!" I punched the table with my fist, making Cassandra flinch. "I apologize," I hissed, struggling to contain my anger. Then I sucked a breath into my lungs, forcing myself to think logically. "Is it possible to create a fake mate bond? Or… make someone think he found his mate?" Cassandra turned silent for a moment and then said, "It is possible, but it requires drinking

“Do you want them to keep dragging your name through the dirt? You’ve seen what they’re calling you. A user. A side piece. That’s their story. Unless we give them a better one.” “You mean your story.” “I mean ours,” I said, voice low. “Even if it’s fake.” She blinked, silenced for a second. I saw it…the crack in her armor. That stubborn flicker of hope fighting her pride. “Hold on one second. The marriage isn't real?” She asked. “Yes,” I nodded. “Actually, I made a mistake. It's just a fake engagement. I have no intentions of getting married yet.” She blinked again multiple times before looking around the room and back at me.