Muqaddimah Pernikahan 소설 & 이야기

We were surrounded by a sea of joyful faces, each one a testament to the power of unity and connection. And so, our journey as husband and wife began, with our vows as the foundation, our love as the guiding star, and our pack as the unwavering support that would walk beside us every step of the way. With hearts brimming with love, we embraced the adventure that lay ahead, ready to face the challenges and embrace the blessings that awaited us.

“Do you know what our marriage lacks?” I stayed silent, not replying to him. “The process,” said Ibrahim. “What process?” I was a little confused. Ibrahim couldn't help but laugh at my expression. “Yes, we are married, but we skipped the process of getting to know each other, earning each other's trust, and holding on to each other when things don't go right. It might be overwhelming that I really wanted to try. It will be my attempt at earning back your heart. Even Romeo and Juliet had a difficult love journey, but I'm sure mine and yours will have a different story to tell. What do you think? Should we consider today as day one?”

She straightened her spine, her heels clicking against the marble floor like a metronome counting down to chaos. The board members rose—some reluctantly, others with practiced smiles—as Ezekiel led her to the head of the table. A seat had been reserved for her, right beside him, with a name card that read *Amara Obi, Fiancée*. The word felt like a costume she hadn’t fully zipped up. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Ezekiel began, his voice smooth and commanding, “allow me to introduce Amara Obi, my fiancée.”

We bought a home by a sea clear as glass, where we walked the beach each day, sharing every sunrise and sunset. On our wedding day, my mother took my arm and walked me down a flower-strewn aisle toward Liam. Before all our guests, we made our vows. “In good times and bad, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, we will love and honor each other, for all our lives, never to part.” Just as I said the words “I do,” a voice suddenly cut through the air. “Stop! I oppose this marriage!” Connor came stumbling in, breathless and disheveled.

The priest repeats himself, switching my name with hers, and she silently continues to look at me as if she’s trying to read my thoughts. “It’s your turn,” I murmur, holding her gaze, challenging her to walk away. “I, Mia Kincaid, take you, Quenten Yilmaz, for my…” Her voice fades, and I tilt my head, slowly shaking it. Blinking hastily, she clears her throat and begins to rap the words. “For my lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. And if you try to consummate this marriage tonight, we will have to hold a private burial for your penis.” She continues to speak, arching her brows with a ‘touch me a

“Dear beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Xavier and Reina in holy matrimony. Marriage is a sacred bond, a union created by God, which should be entered into reverently, thoughtfully, and with a deep sense of commitment. As you stand before each other today, remember to always love, cherish, and respect one another, and to support and encourage each other in all aspects of life. May your love be a source of strength, inspiration, and life, guiding you through both joyful and challenging times.

Right after we got married, Desmond proposed that we have a fifty-fifty marriage, where we went Dutch for all expenses. At the time, I actually thought he was trying to make things easier on me—like he didn't want me bearing the full financial burden. But little by little, I started noticing how he'd constantly sweet-talk me into paying for everything. "Honey, the house and the car are both in your name. I don't want people thinking I'm after your assets, so I'm afraid you'll have to cover those yourself.

«No matter where or what you do, what is already written for you will always come true». «Marriage is a sacred bond from Allah, no one can tear it apart except for Him». «No one knows tomorrow except He who is Alimi gaybi Wash Shahada (The knower of the hidden and opened)». **** I was finally getting married to a stranger; a stranger I knew nothing about, a stranger I never see before, a stranger who I only knew his name.

I took his body into the world of werewolves and became the very first werewolf buried in that ground. Marriage never was a part of werewolf tradition, furthermore, the humans' honeymoon is similar to mating. Honeymoon is the first step for werewolves before marriage. Since I don't want any strangers sitting at the same table, I brought all of my seven guards so I could meditate peacefully. I had the loudest clap when the bride and groom kissed as husband and wife.