Marrying The Ketchups の小説・ストーリー

We were married, and that was all that mattered to us. After we had all settled in for the celebration, I felt a familiar craving creeping up on me. My pudding. For some reason, I had developed an obsession with apple and mango-flavored pudding. There was just something about it—the texture, the smoothness, the way it tasted just right when it was cold. It had become one of my guilty pleasures. Since I hadn’t had any while we were away for our marriage, I needed it now. Pronto. So, as we sat at the table, I turned to Madeline.

'' She asked me showing her puppy eyes. ''You know i can't say no *sneeze* to you.'' I replied. ''Really?? Oh God! Please make sure tomorrow everything goes smoothly and he say yes for the girl.'' My brother-in-law prayed and this time i throw the cushion on him. ''What??" He asked me innocently. ''Seriously?? Why you're so desperate to marry me off ??" I asked him. ''So that you can left my wife.'' He replied glaring at me and i raised my eyebrow.

"Now that is the only thing that put our marriage to asunder. He has the money, he should get a cook." Ema folded his arms as he wondered how much of a problem the contract marriage would turn out to be. Their house would have a chimney, he thought. Arguing morning and night, day in and day out would rent their marital home in flames. The chimney would help with emitting all of the heat. "Since you won't be working, you should try and be a nice little housewife." Ema told her dryly. "A nice little housewife? Seriously?" Lila was waving the fork dangerously now and Ema feared she would pierce her spotless face or even her pretty eyes with it.

Giovanna shrugged, leaning her head on my shoulder. “We went out. And he sang me the most beautiful song.” She sighed, making Stella squeal and Hellene’s jaw tick. “Oh, I can already see it on the invitations! Giovanna Persephone Donatello and Raphael Yves, joined together in holy matrimony! I’ll finally be able to brag about one of my daughters getting married!” She said happily, clasping her hands together and holding them against her chest while Giovanna shrunk back in a blush. I noticed Hellene’s expression darken even more and obvious anger developing on her features.

Haley chuckles, “Let’s put it this way — emotionally, they’re one missed poop session away from feral.” “Not feral,” Mel says, “Just layered. Barbaric. With abs.” “Crap,” I sulk. What have I gotten myself into? “So they’re always like this?” “Let’s break it down,” Kiara sighs deeply. “Since you’re new. Consider this your crash course in ‘Should I Marry Him or Tase Him’?”

"Marry me!" Daniel proposed in a simple manner. Kayla blinked her eyes and scoffed. "Are you mad?" She asked. "Am I mad?" He clicked his tongue, "No!" "Do you think marriage is just something you can jump into?" "Of course, people get married so that they could fuck each other," He winked and blew a kiss at her. "Ewww! Shameless," Kayla let out, tilting her head backward and throwing him a disgusting stare.

Macken was pleased to feel the classic aroma of zucchini, cherry tomatoes, and cheese blending. Kenny is busy with a plate of grilled shrimp with Puttanesca sauce. Macken raved that the Puttanesca sauce was the wonderful gift he had worked so hard for during a trip to Italy. It is, of course, Italian ketchup. Macken suggested that Kenny try some Puttanesca sauce and then guess what the ingredients were. He tried it quickly, the tip of his tongue gradually spreading a sense of enchantment. Kenny exclaimed: "I recognize olives, capers, onions, garlic, paprika, marjoram, and a little bit of passion so familiar but can't remember."

"Why would I give him the satisfaction? But feel free to run back to him. I won't stop you." "I wasn't supposed to stay. It was a temporary fix until Camila came back from whatever hole she was in. I only did it because the family would have been slaughtered if the deal fell through." "The deal is dead anyway. Your grandfather is selling the docks to Chicago behind my back." His eyes went wide. "What?" "He’s tanking the merger. So tell me, where is the real bride? Where is my actual wife?" "I don't know. She was in a clinic... she showed up at the gala last week demanding hush money."

As Marvin sat at the dining table, watching her, he said, “Remember the time you came to the mountains to see me? You made dumplings then too. I haven’t tasted anything like that since.” Annabelle glanced at him, puzzled over which time he meant. Just how good were those dumplings that he still remembered them? As she added water to the pot, it clicked. She smiled at him and said, “Ah, that time. Those were just regular three-flavor dumplings, pretty common. You can get them at any supermarket.” Kendrick immediately burst out laughing. Anna shot him a look. “What are you laughing at?” “At how cute my wife is,” he said, untying her apron. “Go wait at the table. I’ll cook.”

The other person remained silent for a long time, saying nothing. Just when I thought he was about to reject me, he suddenly spoke. "Alright, let’s get married." The voice belonged to none other than Hector—the man Simon hired to pretend to pursue me. His tone was gentle as he said, "I’ll pick you up tomorrow." I thought he was joking. But at dawn, my doorbell rang. Rubbing my swollen, tear-stained eyes, I opened the door to find Hector standing there, impeccably dressed.