Marry Your Fictional Character Online Novels & Stories

"Mrs. Arden, didn't Jonathan have cancer and only have a short time left to live? Then his suicide couldn't have come at a better time. Now he can pass away peacefully without suffering from the disease." Penelope was left speechless. With no other choice, she dropped to her knees and pleaded, "Charlotte, Jonathan's cancer is fake, but his suicide attempt is real. You two at least had a wedding and got a marriage certificate. Can't you save him one more time for the sake of whatever connection you still have?" Charlotte crouched down and sobbed uncontrollably. She knew she had been deceived. For the sake of a fake medical record, she had gone through a sham wedding with Jonathan, obtained a

This was just the beginning. - Goal: Find a fake husband. Obstacles: My lack of male friends and my nonexistent budget. I had no friends to do me the favor, let alone the money to pay anyone for such a service. I wanted a fraudulent marriage of convenience, nothing more. What man would accept that without prior affection for me or without monetary incentive? None. "Hello? Marianne? Are you with us?" Amy interrupted my thoughts.

Lastly, Kaige Jin had to be an evil king. As long as I played my cards right, it should be fine. The problem was that I didn't have many cards. I was pretending to be Aloisia, the damned necromancer. Where the heck that woman was? I was sure that she was plotting something. I needed to look for her. To do the things that I wanted to do, I needed power. Being this man's wife wouldn't be a bad idea. But marrying a fictional character went against my beliefs. Marriage was something serious.

She now has cute frown on her face. I spoke gently ''Siya. I don't know how to say this but we both got married last night. I wasn't the one who kidnapped you but one of my dadaji's old friend or you can say enemy. He tricked my family and you as well. After kidnapping you from orphanage he injected drugs into you and we both got married. He told me that you are orphan and also uneducated but don't worry I will never treat you bad. You are my wife and no one can change that fact. I will be your family. I know this is sudden to you but we have to accept it. In my family we don't do divorce.'' She was shocked with all the explanations. No worries. She is still digesting news of marriage. I gav

I’m marrying Williams Montenegro tomorrow. My reasons? Do they even matter? Or can I convince myself that it’s finally my turn to experience fairy tales turning into reality? Whatever his reasons maybe, I’ve come down to one—the same reason why a character marries their prince. —G. AA. . . TBC —please leave some gems for me—

"Brenda, my grandma just passed away. You're not invited, so please leave. As for Megan, she's my wife, which makes her Grandma's granddaughter-in-law. Of course she can stay." Brenda froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Do you really have to do all this just to make me regret breaking up with you, Harry? "You even made up a story that your grandma passed away and that Megan's your wife. Everyone knows how much you love me. "You're nothing but my lapdog. Your grandma's really something, too. She actually went along with your little act." Brenda continued impatiently, "Hurry up and take down all this disgusting stuff. Do you even want to marry me?"

One would think the wedding was his since he'd singlehandedly been planning every step of his master plan carefully for weeks since the mysterious demise of Darius Martel. Initially, the wedding truly was his to Darius' widow, Cayetana Martel, but out of the blue, he woke up feeling like I was of age to marry either of the Martel daughters and prove I had his blood running through my veins. In all the twenty-six years of my life, I hadn't imagined myself marrying anyone anytime soon, that too, a woman like Sofia. I was raised to be merciless, cold and heartless. Looking into those innocent milky pools of the most uncommonly striking green eyes I'd ever seen vividly reflected the delicate nat

I quietly stepped out of the room and overheard him talking on the phone in the living room. "Jonah, do me a favor—pretend to be Gina's boyfriend for a while." "What you're doing is crazy! She's going to find out the truth sooner or later." "Don't worry, dude. She's easy to win over. Besides, she loves me so much—there's no way she'd really leave me. But we've been together for two years, and honestly, I'm bored with her. So I plan to enjoy my freedom while she's lost her memory."

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All he knew was that he transferred two thousand dollars into my account every month, and that was enough for me to live on. Mark suddenly let out a laugh—one that sounded worse than crying. He picked up his phone and dialed another number. “Hey, Greg. I need to ask you something.” The person on the other end was his university mate, now a family lawyer back home. “Mark? This is rare. What’s up?” “I… I’d like to ask, if I got married to someone, but the license is fake, what do I need to do to make her my legal wife?” There was a three-second silence on the other end.