My Fiance Novels & Stories

ok" Are you not engaged? why do you want to date me? "I am engaged to the most beautiful girl, she has been my light at my darkest" when I almost lost my life to death, the thought of her brought me back to life. That is how much I care and cherish my fiance, I might be a playboy but there is only one woman for me and that woman is you". Leonardo, you are confusing me, you have a fiance you cherish but you claim I am the woman for you, "you are the only woman for me Annie and you are my fiance" How? The fiance am talking about is no other person but Annie Andriano. Are you serious? I brought out my phone immediately and dialled

Ryan continued, a lazy smile on his face, "but I don't want to. My life is about to change in a couple of months, I might as well enjoy my time right now." "What's happening?" the girl on his lap asked, lifting her head slightly. Ryan glanced at her. "I'm getting married." She pulled back just enough to look at him properly, confusion flickering across her face as she shifted, like she was about to get off his lap— But he stopped her, his hand tightened slightly around her waist, pulling her back into place. "Relax, babe," he said easily. "It's an arranged thing. It's for the company, just a business deal."

Sofia grinned. “ So I had a one night stand with him and he is my fiance's father. I repeat my father-in-law and now I don't know what to do. I'm thinking of running away from home, if my parents find out I'm gonna be forced to marry him and that's not right. is it?” I blurted out. “Wow that's a lot but let's not run away”Lucie offered. “Is he hot? On a scale of 1- 10 how hot is he? How was the sex? Could you marry him based on how good the sex was? You know just saying,” Sofia interrupted

answered George. Georgessa as you see... is my fiancee. Yes. Fiancee. But not because I proposed to her or loved her. She's my fiancee because that's what our parents want. Agreement. Our relationship is under the agreement. There is no case for me and there is no case for him either. So this is it... we're just riding our relationship. It's up to you what the consequences are.

I questioned her. "Ya. I mean is there any other better sandwich?" She smirks. "That is true." We both laugh. We reach the restaurant. And get inside. We order and pick up our sandwiches and sit down to have them. "So how is your fiance?" She asked me. "I know you're all like it's an arranged marriage blah blah, but I've genuinely started to like him." "You have only met that guy once for god's sake." " I don't know, maybe call it to love at first sight. Or more like, liking each other at first sight." I added.

Why, instead of saying that, you don't tell me what I'm going to understand one day? "There's no point in saying anything now. Whatever your dad or I say, you’ll reverse because you don’t want marriage." "You're right." "Come on, take a shower." I get up irritated and go to the bathroom mumbling. It took me much longer than normal. I was trying to imagine what this “fiancé” was like. All I could think of was bald, short and paunchy. Nothing else came to mind. I hope I’m wrong... But deep down, I know I'm going to hate this more than I already do.

"Fine. But I'm calling you my fiance in secret. When it's just us." Her eyes moistened a bit, and she sniffled. "Okay. I'll promise to marry you, if only so you can call me your fiance. I can't be your wife, though I absolutely would if I could." I held her tightly, unable to pull her any closer because of her bones crushing against mine, though I somehow wanted her closer. "Second time being engaged. How's it feel?" "Light years better. So clean and pure and just...lovely. Thank you, Owen, for being my absolute favorite guy."

"In her bed. In her fiancé's bed. Did you plan this? Did you plan this from the start, you ungrateful little bastard?" "It was an accident," I said. My voice cracked down the middle. "The full moon, we didn't choose—" "Save it." Marisol's grip tightened. "Everyone will know what you are by morning. A slut who couldn't keep her hands off her own sister's mate." "Enough." Kian's voice. Flat. Final. Marisol's hand froze in my hair. "Last night was an accident," he said, still not looking at me, only at her. "It changes nothing. My engagement to Priya stands."

“I require a fiancée.” I stared at him. The thought was so absurd, so far outside the realm of my reality, that I actually checked the door to make sure no one else had heard him. “A what?” “A fiancée,” he repeated, laying the document flat on the table.“A temporary, publicly acceptable partner. Six months. I have a situation requiring I appear settled, committed, and absolutely above reproach. It’s an image problem, and you, Miss Chen, are a clean slate with a very large, pressing problem that requires capital injection.”

I parked outside the restaurant and took my diary and phone then went in. I found a good spot at the corner and sat there. My phone rang. "Tia.. finally, you're alive." 'If I die, your ass won't have a best woman at the wedding you know that right?' I laughed, "riight... So, what do you think?" 'i think you're crazy but I love it. We have to include her best friends so that we can get this right.. Rosie and Susan will know what she loves more..' I rolled my eyes as if she could see me, "Tia Olwethu is my fiance.. I know her.."