Marry Your Fictional Character Online Novels & Stories

, 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 .

"Phase One: The Mythos. The two characters in your script, Katie and Micah—they are no longer characters. As of next week, they are real people. We create MySpace profiles for both of them." "MySpace?" he asked, bewildered. "It's where the entire world under thirty lives, Leo. Pay attention," I said sharply. "We build their lives. We give them friends—we'll create a dozen fake supporting profiles to interact with them. We post photos of them at barbecues, at the beach. We write bulletins about their boring, everyday lives. We make them utterly, convincingly real to anyone who stumbles across their pages."

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

"Are you really 28-year-old Clara? I asked Adrian, and he told me he'll only ever love me. He'd never cheat on me. He said our baby will be healthy and beautiful, and he'll give her the very best in the world. Adrian loves me. I believe him." So, it seemed that 18-year-old Clara had chosen to believe him even after everything I told her. I reached into my bag and pulled out the gold-embossed wedding invitation. Adrian's and Avery's names stood out in stark clarity. I took a picture and pressed Send. "Then, ask Adrian this for me. If he swore he'd love me for the rest of his life… Why? Why did he marry someone else?"

‘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