Marry Your Fictional Character Online Novels & Stories

Looks like I have to start giving her the meds again. Just like before, Alice has begun hallucinating people who don’t exist. This time, she imagined a woman named Lily Shaws. Wait, wasn’t that the username she used in that martial arts game back in high school? Didn’t she also give me a name in the game? Julian Scotts, wasn’t it? The doctor says I have to keep playing along. Alright. At this rate, I’m going to win an Oscar. … May 27 – Clear Skies Do you really think stuffing a pillow under your shirt means you’re pregnant?

My stomach dropped through the floor. "He's not just marrying her." I sank down onto the couch, the letter shaking in my grip. "He's doing it in front of everyone. Every Alpha in the territory. He's going to stand up there and announce he holds Whitemane, with witnesses, so no one can ever call it stolen." I looked up at Damon. "If that wedding happens, it's over. There's no taking it back after that. We have to go. Please, Damon." He said nothing.

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

replied Ragnar indifferently. “Did I miss here? You—you two are going to hold a wedding?” A surprised voice suddenly rang out not too far away. Soon, Hazel appeared in front of us, sizing us up. “Are you two for real?” “It’s fake,” I said, smiling. I sat up from the lounge chair, raised my phone, and said, “It’s just a virtual marriage in a game—a game.” When Hazel looked at my phone screen, the surprise on her face became more intense. She turned to Ragnar and grinned.

, Bright smiled. "Yeah...?", Ash held Bright ' hand. Bright winked and knelt in front of Ash who lost his breath ironically. "So, how about you marry me?", he said. "We already are married", Ash chuckled wiggling his ring finger in front of Bright. "Again...you silly husband !", Bright chuckled. "Huh?", Ash raised his brows. "Ash!", Bright protested. "I need you to marry me?", he say. "Bright ", Ash eyes glistened and he knelt in front of Bright .

Sipping my favorite strawberry milkshake Nithya waved her hand to notify me, I smiled and saw another one for me on the table. I wanted to tell her that I going to get married but I am still feeling shy, yeah I am very shy when it comes to love, marriage, etc. But I have to say this or else she will get mad if she finds out on her own, Without having another choice I told them everything and also the tea came while we are chatting and heard my story. They first didn't believe me and teasingly congratulated me but when I said that it's all true they became surprised.

I can hardly see it through the happy tears. It’s big—stupid huge, actually—and I hold my hand out to look at it before I glance back up at him. “You didn’t answer me,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around me. I smile against his lips as he starts to kiss me softly. “Say it out loud,” he begs quietly. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” I laugh. “You are the best fake husband I could ever have hoped for.” THE END

"Once we're married, he'll never have another chance to harass you like this." I nodded and leaned against Matteo's shoulder. I knew I needed to marry Matteo as soon as possible and cut off Enrico's delusions completely.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, wondering why Aiden was so blind to what’s right in front of him. Just like his past girlfriends that I helped him get rid off by anonymously presenting them with proof of them cheating or using him for their selfish desires. Sometimes, I get them to leave him by seducing them till they fall into bed with me. I don’t go all the way with them, just enough to create a really incriminating situation before threatening to call Aiden to come over right now. I was gay as hell. Been gay since I was a kid, so I never had to bother about unexpectedly falling for those women I seduce every now and then.

"I'm not forcing you to stay back, but I want to tell you that from now on, you are my possession. I own you–your body, your soul, and even your breath and everything! You're all mine, Vittoria." "You don't own me, Mr Besides, you can't own someone!" She argued, pulling her face away as if trying to avert my gaze. "We're married already, Vittoria. And I can't annul it!" I affirmed. "What? When did you and I ever get married?" She exclaimed, her voice evident of fear. "On the internet. Don't you remember when we exchanged vows in the presence of the online pastor?" I remarked and showed the screen of my phone to her face, allowing her to see the short clip from our exchange of vows yesterday