Marrybell Mel Britannia Novels & Stories

Change is inevitable, now they actually let the females become of the right age and tag it a contract marriage instead of using the word “selling off” Bella is just twenty five, small in size, about 170m tall. She has pretty brown eyes, full lips, full eyelashes that casts a shadow on the bridge of her nose whenever she closes her eyes. A pretty prominent nose, a nice jawline, she is gorgeous and it’s no surprise that she gets hit on countless times but neglects the attention. She got married three years ago, when she was twenty two. Seated around the couch, with her family and her husband's family, discussing the purpose of their marriage.

Melissa was frozen, unable to move as her eyes remained on the man in front of her. Her breathing was getting laboured as she felt perspiration drip down her face. How had she not known all this while? The person who was getting married was Gabriel Marshal and now, she was about to become his bride, the man she detested, the man who had belittled her. She wished to never see him again, but here she was wearing a wedding dress. Melissa reflexively took a step back and the man beside her, Mr Reed nudged her arm lightly.

he laughed when he realized that. We were all surprised when Calianna stood up and approached Satianna, handing her the bouquet she was holding. "Hey! Why are you giving me this?" Satianna panicked, looking at the bouquet with a horrified expression. "I think you're the next one to get married, Miss Satin," Calianna said softly. "Oh, not yet, Cali. That's not on my mind yet," Satianna denied. Serge suddenly stood up again and approached Sage then pulled him upright, asking him to get the garter from

she fumed. “Jeez, why are you so cute when you’re mad?” Caspian was unfazed at Audrey’s frustration. His hand went to pinch her nose and she shook her head in response. “Caspian!” she groaned. “An engagement in a month and a wedding before the end of the year is too much too fast! How are we gonna make that happen?” “Relax, baby girl. I’ve got everything under control,” he said reassuringly. “You might’ve forgotten, but my last name is Vanderbilt. And do you know what that means?”

, she thanked me and I knew she hated hearing anything sexual that involved her brother. "Nat",Nolan called from the kitchen as I left Avery alone, and snuck into the kitchen as I saw Melody pouting. "Please please can I go out?", she asked and I looked at the time as it go closer to six. Her hair, was curled to the crisp and her lips had a soft shade of dewy red lipgloss. "Melly, where are you going looking like that", I said as I fake whistled and Mel looked so embarrassed.

ANASTASIA “Marry me, Miss Brooks,” Dominic says, like he’s offering me an invitation to a soap opera. I stare at the contract in front of me, as if staring hard enough would make it somehow disappear, turn into something that isn’t a marriage contract to the most condescending person on earth – Dominic Blackwood, the same man who now rules the business world, my dead father’s rival. “Why would I want to marry you?” I ask, meeting his gaze, those blue eyes too pretty, too bright for the personality behind them.

Amelia said, being careful not to waste too much money since it wasn't hers. "What are you saying. Why do you think the tyrant is giving you his card?" Tara asks. Amelia gave her a look as if asking why. 'Tyrant?' Amelia asked in her mind, wondering why her friend decided to call her fiance 'tyrant'. "For you to spend, what else!" Tara added. "Tara. You shouldn't think like that. I'm already a burden by getting pregnant. I can't just waste someone's hard earned money" Amelia said as she tells Tara off.

Her lips curled. And then she looked at me. My stomach dropped. Mirabella, however, was too busy throwing her tantrum to notice. “But the wedding is tomorrow!” she whined, stomping one jeweled slipper against the floor. “I cannot marry Vincenzo Marazona. Mother, have you seen the things people say about him? They said he’s half dead already. They said he looks at people like he wants to bury them alive. I can’t do it. I just can’t.”

Dressed in a stunning black and golden off shoulder mermaid gown that hugged her slender curves and flared out at the bottom, with a pair of stilettos strapped around her feet and her hair had been tied into an elegant high ponytail that exposed the long, slender neck that had been littered with bruises the previous night, was none other than his wife. Bellatrix.

he mocked playfully. "No, I am, for real! I was presented to proper Birmingham society when I was 18." She rolled her eyes. "I had the white dress, wrist corsage, the whole nine yards. Can you believe that?!" Bella shook her head. "Yep, I was supposed to marry some investment banker and pop out little trust fund babies." She took a bigger swig of wine. "No thank you. Not for me."