My Fiance Novels & Stories

Mia laughed at Matt's words. "You are right. I am nuts over Damien Bishop. I was in love with him since we were teenagers. But he never looked at me the way I want him to. But nonetheless, never late than ever. I can make him mine now. I will do anything I can to make that happen" Mia declared with a laugh, which is slightly unsettling.

Her face turned red with anger. Compared to her, I was much calmer. "Would you forgive your son's fiancée if she got married to someone else on the day of your funeral? You're the one with the wishful thinking. Do you really think you can return to me after doing something like this? You must be dreaming." "Do you really want to break up with me over this?" Helen knew she was in the wrong. She took a step backward with a pale face. I was not really affected by what she did.

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

“It might be, but it makes me extremely nervous so … please would you keep from changing before our jelly bean has been born ?” “When it means that much to you, of course”. She says, leaning over the table to kiss me. Okay so my fiance is a werewolf, I guess it could be worse … actually I know I have dated worse. So we will just have to handle this too.

Kayla couldn't figure out why she kept referencing her fiance in nearly every sentence she spoke. The knight chuckled as he bent to look at her. He was glad he arrived at the appropriate time. Bryce had already called the cops and was seated inside the car, waiting for Alex and Kayla's to exit from the building. "Tell your fiance that I says hi." "Thank you so much, I'll never forget this," she continued, her voice trembling. Her hands were untied by the knight, and she rose to her feet. He handed her the money bag he had picked up. Kayla was overjoyed as she took the bag from him and she made two bows to express her gratitude.

His fianceé! Since Maria was a social media butterfly, she’d always update her fans about the recent developments in her life and even upload videos showing her trying on outfits for her wedding after party, and honeymoon, and asking her fans to pick. She was famous and since she’d recently gotten together with Michael, her fame had risen even more, making her one of the top creators and influencers.

Collea— “My Fiance. This is Claire.” I turned to him in surprise and unknowingly, my lips curled into a smile. But I immediately dropped it when I noticed it. “Your Fiancé? I don't think I recognise her. What does she do? What company does she control? Who's her father? Maybe I'll know her father since I don't know her.” Her questions suddenly made me feel small and I took a quiet step back, but Giancarlo quietly pulled me forward again.

I called him countless times, but none of the calls went through. The shop assistant looked at me pitifully, making my heart ache. She stepped forward and asked gently, "Ms. Zachman, how about we wait a little longer?" I shook my head and forced a smile. "No. I'm going home." On my way back, I saw a post with a picture of Shawn choosing pajamas for Britney. The caption read: [I can’t believe we’re so close that he’s helping me pick out pajamas!] I smiled and commented: [Other people's fiancés have good taste, don’t they?]

ELENA POV Tessa screamed loud enough that Mochi bolted off the couch and didn't reappear for a full ten minutes. I laughed harder than I had in months, watching my best friend spin in a circle in the middle of her still cluttered living room, takeout containers scattering across the floor in her excitement. "Again," she said, once she'd finally stopped spinning. "You're marrying him again. On purpose this time, with an actual choice involved." "That's the general idea, yes."

"I did it on purpose. You stood me up plenty of times. I just skipped one wedding day. Not too much to ask, right?" Beatrice sounded ready to snap, then forced her voice steady. "Those days before the wedding, I was too caught up in Jojo's wishes. I know I neglected you. I'll do better, okay? Just come back. My parents are waiting. The wedding has to happen." "Waiting for what? Let Jojo be the groom and call it a day." "What kind of trash are you saying? He's my nephew! I raised him, that's all—we're just close, nothing more. You—"