Matrimonio Novels & Stories

“Everything changed the day I met you. I knew at that moment that you were going to be a part of my life in some way. I am glad we figured out so quickly that it was in the best way. You have made my life worth living. You have given me hope, happiness, a family, and a love that is so strong I can barely believe it exists sometimes. We have celebrated many good moments together, and we have survived many difficult ones together. I asked you to marry me once before, and you said yes. Our wedding was beautiful, but when we said our vows ‘forever’ meant a very different thing back then to me. I was young and very mortal. “Ash-” “Bright, I want to say our vows again. I want to promise you foreve

**** Viola had assisted me in picking various dresses and shirts while I scanned the boutique, looking for an escape route. "Do you know why he's forcing me to go to Italy?" I asked Viola, taking off the last dress I had fitted. "Yes. It is for matrimonio di rispetto," she answered, handling the dresses to the shop attendant. "What is that?" "This is when the Don is required to get married for respect, heir, and continuation of tradition," she explained, and my heart raced. I couldn't marry a cold jerk like him. I didn't even know who he was. I felt sick in the gut.

James asked. "Because if you don't, I'll proceed to kill Hannah." I said driving the head of the gun harder to Hannah's head. "You see, we recently got married and when she stated her vows Hannah's mentioned that her loyalty to me comes second to the Mendovas and I'm not really happy about that." The more I spoke the more the Mendovas look horrified. "You both got married ?" James asked. "Yes, we're just coming back from court." I said.

“Willing po ang pagpapakasal niyo ni Mr. Vergara. Well, ‘yung kina Mama…” “Hindi fixed marriage ang kasal ni Maria at Sebastian, Matti.” Kumunot ang noo ko. “Po?” malungkot ang naging ngiti niya. “It’s just confusing for you but their marriage is their decision. Walang record ng fixed marriage ang pamilya niyo.”

I asked. “Why? …..Why do couples separate?” she smiled ruefully after posing the rhetoric question. I could have told her, but kept quiet. She sat on the nearest sofa, “Alexei, do you know the ancient Roman’s view towards marriage?” Even after all these years, my name came spontaneously to her lips. I shook the head. “matrimonia debent esse libera”, she said. As the smoke started spiraling around, I moved towards the window, “What does it mean?” I asked.

She can’t say it isn’t working, her heart begins racing even more. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man, and this woman in official matrimony. Into this agreement these two people come together to be joined. If any person here can show cause why these two people should not be joined in matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace”, the official speaks all of a sudden, nearly startling her.

Most of them gave me dirty and envious looks while others smiled warmly. The officiant cleared his throat with intense passion beside me, pulling my attention away from the congregation. His loud voice echoed in the hall. "We have gathered here today to join these two souls in Holy matrimony." I think I noticed a Jamaican accent there. I quickly handed my bouquet to Kate as the procession began.

It was a ritual to hold the mating ceremony in the middle of the woods, with the werewolves gathered in a large circle, around the two mates as they howled their vows but in this case, we’d be saying them. Grabbing my arm, he raised it to his lips and kissed it before we exited the house and began heading into the woods. Soon, we arrived at the venue to see all of the pack members in their wolf forms, gathered in a huge circle with an opening to let us in their midst. Once we got into the middle, they covered it up and began to howl as they’d do, a way of showing their support and blessings, before the vows were said. My heart thudded in my heart at the thoughts of proclaiming fake vows to t

I only wanted to cherish the stability I had now. Three months later, Matteo and I held a warm, intimate wedding. There were no crowds of guests, only family and close friends from both sides. I wore a white wedding gown and walked down the aisle on Papa's arm, step by step, toward Matteo, who was waiting for me. He stood at the end of the church aisle, his gaze tender and resolute. "I do." When the priest asked, I answered without hesitation, my voice clear and firm. Matteo held my hand tightly and whispered in my ear, "From now on, I'll spend my life protecting you and the child, giving you both happiness."

Ferhat turns off the cell phone and Rabia tells her mother what is happening. “Come on Rabia tell me. What there was"? “Do you believe that Mr. Berat will enforce the Marriage Contract between Ferhat and a stranger. The mother puts her hand over her mouth in surprise. "How absurd" “It is really absurd. He is demanding that Ferhat marry a woman he has never seen in his life. Can that”? Merve shakes her head. "It seems that Berat has not yet forgotten this blessed Marriage Contract." “He has not forgotten and will not forget. Tell me what country is this that forces people who don't know each other to get married?