Marrying The Ketchups Novels & Stories

If you say yes to me. Will you marry me, Kuschelbär?" I smiled as I wiped the stray tears that flowed down my cheeks. Tears were streaming down her face as she kneeled down and pulled me in for a searing kiss. "Yes, a million, yes. I want to marry you, Alexander." She blushed as I slid the ring to her fingers and I pulled in for a long kiss. The children erupted into cheers, their voices blending into a chorus of joy and excitement. Mireya covered her mouth with her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at me with love and gratitude.

Then, he led me to sit on the sofa. "I'm hungry." Right on cue, my stomach growled loudly. "What do you feel like eating? How could I make some mac-and-cheese for you?" I nodded. He got up and went to the fridge to pour me a glass of milk. After passing it to me, he ruffled my hair and planted a kiss on my cheek. "Wait here. I'll be done soon." As he leaned in for another kiss, I turned my head away. Jonah gently touched my face. "It's okay if you don't remember me. Let's just take it slow."

The design that Kilo created had a greenhouse roof, seating on two levels, a large central fireplace and four portable gas heaters. Several brothers had questioned the cost until Buck showed that it could be paid for by the profits that the Kitchen had already made. Toad also pointed out that they were already working on a wedding for April. All eyes turned to Knuckles who looked just as surprised. Aramis then told everyone that Megan and he were getting married. Toad looked over at Cookie and inclined his head slightly. “Karan graduates the last Friday in May. We’re getting married the next day.” Cookie said and there was a confused rumble among his brothers.

Katherine noticing Sophie glance around the house spoke " the house is a little old since it has been have abandoned for ten years and counting, which is idea for getting away from civilization but you have to use the wipe to have your hands cleaned " Sophie had no other choice than to did as she said as the normal family turkey was served with some jasmine rice and once they started eating she was barrage with questions from Katherine " so since Marcus had a secret marriage without informing me first I would let that slide considering how beautiful you are but tell me why the marriage was quick and I didn't hear about first" Sophie had prepared herself mentally for the barrage of qu

Kenzie: "Uncle Felix, it's Kenzie. I-don't-have-time-to-explain-everything, but I need your help." Felix: "What? Slow down, will you, dear?" Kenzie: "I'm in a bit of a pickle. I-met-a-guy-on-a-cruise. A really gorgeous guy. He looks like an adonis - " Felix: "A what?" Kenzie: "You-know-when-you-see-him, you-might-just-faint? Because he is just so hot!" Felix: "I don't think I can relate!" Kenzie: "Anyway, Uncle Felix. He-made-me-laugh-and-smile-and-I-really-really-like-him. So I married him."

Mrs Valentino looks at me with calm detachment, like she already knows how this ends, while Mr Valentino leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, curiosity and focus clear on his face. “There are, of course, conditions,” Mrs Valentino says. Of course there are. There’s always a catch. I lean back slightly, bracing myself for whatever comes next, remaining silent as I wait for her to go on. “You will be married to our son, Stephano Valentino, by the end of this week. The ceremony will be private. Legal. No press.” My head spins. This week? Married? I blink at her, trying to process the words. “This week?”

No stutter, no hint that every word I’d said was a lie. But to my sheer surprise, Maxwell said, “I don’t get it. You are so beautiful and any man would be happy to be with you. Besides, the way he spoke confirmed otherwise.” He gasped and pointed at me, eyes wide open, “he even kissed you in my presence, that doesn’t look like what a man who isn’t expressive of his love would do.” He remarked. I groaned, fuck his smart ass. Vanessa turned to Maxwell with surprise. Of course she wasn’t aware that I hadn’t told Maxwell that our marriage was merely for show. It was a contract marriage.

Katherine is one of them because when Damien speaks it's like a woman who can't break glasses. I didn't mind, Katherine. I just focused myself all day in my office, especially without Damien. If he doesn't exist, all the papers he will sign will fall to me except for these papers that need to be signed by him. I went home first. After I got dressed in my room, I immediately went down to the kitchen. I made a mix of vegetable fruit salad and also I cook a chicken lollipop. I brought it to the back of the house because I really planned to go swimming at that time.

The prospect of marriage, once distant and avoidable, now loomed closer, a challenge I couldn't evade. I stepped out of the luxurious restaurant, the echoes of my meeting with Don Andrzej resonating in my mind. The night air felt crisp, but the weight of our conversation lingered like an uninvited companion. The Don's proposition, veiled in the veneer of camaraderie, tugged at the edges of my resolve. Marriage—a territory I had skillfully avoided, a commitment I wasn't ready to embrace. Yet, the Polish Don's insistence on an heir underscored the unyielding rules of our world.

I said and gulped a lump formed in my throat. “You know what, Danny? History is repeating itself again, but with different characters. I, Mishka, and Lia replaced Luke, Vera, and Jennifer this time, and grandpa being a grandpa is forcing me to marry the girl he chose for me like grandma forced my father to marry Vera. According to him, I will fall for her, but it will never happen. I love Lia and I don’t want to complicate my life. So, Contract Marriage is the safest option. Things will be clear between us and we will know our limits.” I said, and he nodded his head in approval.