Marry Your Fictional Character Online Novels & Stories

I would be in a loveless marriage to this man for three years. “If you won’t fall for each other, by then, and if Mad’s image is restored, then you both decide.” Alessia shrugged, as if faking relationships was her job. “All you have to do is convince people that you’re into each other. It’s not that hard. Vysper has already created your story.” “I don’t want her story.” I looked at them. “I want our own. I’m terrible at lying. I can’t fake it. If you wanna convince the internet, I want it to be organic as it can be.”

He seemed to have forgotten that one requirement to getting married to the Grant family had been that every child they gave birth to, they should carry the Grant’s name. He chose the most expensive car as he wanted to show everyone that he was the richest but when he tried to unlock the car, it didn’t bulge at all. “What’s happening?” he asked the man who had been following him behind silently. “Most cars are registered on madam’s name. She has absolute rights over them. In the past, she had locked all cars as she was afraid that some people might use them and get them destroyed. She left only a few which could be used,” the man replied.

“We fake-date, do some public appearances, make it look real. Then we announce an engagement before the end of the quarter.” “An engagement?” “And then… a wedding. By the end of the year.” Natalie leans back from her position and leans against the couch and looks at me like I just told her we were getting abducted by aliens. “Okay. Wow.” “I know it’s a lot.” “Luc. You want me to fake being your girlfriend. Then your fiancée. Then your wife. All within a year! This is more than a lot it's crazy."

I would rather destroy the ring than give it to a heartless woman like Helen. I was about to rest after finishing my work when my friend suddenly sent me an angry message. "How shameless can Helen be?! Just check out her social media!" Out of curiosity, I tried clicking into her profile to take a look, but was unable to. She had blocked me from her social media platform. I explained the situation to my friend helplessly, and he quickly took a screenshot for me. Helen was smiling happily in her wedding gown while Zack held her hand. They looked good under the sun.

Vincenzo reached up to cup my cheeks, leaning down to capture my lips in a kiss. The ballroom erupted into thunderous applause and cheers. Under the witness of heavyweights from both the legal and illegal worlds, we completed the transfer of power and the forging of our marriage. I was no longer the weakling left to the mercy of Luca and Sophia's bullying. I was Elena Moretti. In this underground world filled with blood and violence, I stood at the absolute pinnacle of power.

If I could be half as good as him without the trouble-making part though, I would gladly thank the Moon goddess. "We are the only two rejected werewolves at the last Luna Covergence and coincidentally we are from the same park. I come here with a proposition that will help us both, at least before the next Lunar Convergence," He said, then paused as if to make me assimilate what he had just said. I narrowed my eyes. Proposition. What was Jasper playing at this time? "What proposition?" I asked. "To forge a fake mate bond," he blurted out without hesitation.

From pretending not to know that he was cheating on me, to I turned to the crowd and said. "As of today henceforth, Moore's corporation will cease partnership with Grant's corporation. Every ongoing business between the two corporation has hence been stopped..." I paused, taking my attention to Derek. "I also want to announce the termination of my marriage with Derek Grant. Today, I, Leilani Moore, cease to be Derek Grant's wife," I let my hand down beside me. 'Yes! He deserves that' 'How could he cheat on such a beautiful woman?'

"I was deceived, too! I swear, I had no idea. She came to my door claiming to be estranged from her family, carrying what looked like authentic identification. She said the family feud left her with nowhere to go, and I... I was young and foolish. I believed her!" With a sharp laugh, I spat, "How utterly shameless! Who marries someone based on a single ID card? Did you not run any background checks? Is it really that easy to forge a life?" Cain turned to me with a pitiful expression, his eyes softening with what he likely thought was charm. "Mary, you must believe me. I always hoped for a union with your family. When she came to me in tears, I thought it was my chance to fulfill that dream.

I landed a sharp gaze on him. “Before you decapitate me with your blade-like gaze. Listen. Not every marriage needs to be a lifetime thing, and you are what? Nineteen. You can get into a contractual marriage for six months until you are outside the pack and, once your job is done, divorce.” “Huh. Easier said than done. They don’t let me choose the shade of my lipstick on my own. You think they will allow me to choose a groom? That too a fake one?”

The arrangement is so elegant that something constricts painfully in my chest. When we get to the bedroom and the final design comes into view, my feet grind to a halt. This is a proposal. The words “Marry Me” are written in designs of red and pink petals. Different varieties of a refusal start to dance around in my skull. This is so out of my field of thought that it makes me cringe. I need money for Nonna Matilda’s insulin doses and medical bills, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to marry some stranger. Or is this some kind of kink? What kind of proposal role-play is this?