Pokemon Holy Matrimony Novels & Stories

"That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone." "Are you crazy?!" Charlotte busted out in anger. She used all of her energy to push Christian's hands off her. "You really expect me to leave my husband for you?" "Listen Charlotte, I know five years have passed but I still feel the same way about you. Plus, I know that the marriage between Sebastian and you is just a contract marriage. You guys never even met prior to a month before your marriage." Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract.

she adds and my whole face starts burning. This can’t be happening. There’s just no way that I am actually looking forward to the fake honeymoon. “The groom is waiting,” Hunter whispers just before the piano plays and we walk down the aisle. I don’t bother looking at the guest, who are here in numbers. I bet none of them know me or Leo. I roll my eyes when I hear whistling from my men. Like Hunter, they are taking this too serious for my liking. As beautiful as this wedding is, it’s still fake and will be strapped as soon as we get back home. I lift my eyes up to the altar and see Luca’s boy and Owen with huge grins on their faces. I hesitate before my eyes move to the man in a perfect black

The ocean breeze lifted my veil, and my lips curved into a smile I couldn't hide. Right then, I felt like the happiest bride in the world. The priest asked, "Cynthia Palmer, do you take Arnold Greenwood to be your husband?" But someone's voice cut through the moment. "I object to this marriage!" It was rough, hoarse, and broken. Everyone turned to look. It was Bailey. He stumbled toward us in a wrinkled suit, his face unshaven, reeking of alcohol. He looked thinner, older—nothing like the confident man he used to be.

“I did tell you, but you said I couldn't even raise one child properly, let alone two. You're the one who didn't want that baby. You said you only wanted to focus on Max.” “I'm so sorry, Wendy, I'm so sorry…” I yawned. “You should be sorry. You're still an asshole, and I'll never forgive you. Don't call me again from now on, thank you very much.” After that, I hung up and slept until morning. During a conversation with a friend sometime later, I heard that Pearl had drugged James to get herself pregnant, but he did not intend to marry her. Instead, he asked her to get an abortion, but she refused. She interfered in the company's affairs as the boss's wife and chased away many of his assistan

She softly nodded, her eyes not leaving him. “Did you hear when I said my mother sacrificed herself to save my father?” He asked and when she nodded, he said, “She sacrificed herself by giving her blood to him, to heal him of the fatal injury he had sustained. T’s was so because, in the dragon’s world, mates can heal each other of any injury, poison, or disease.” He saw the shock in her eyes and waited until she had put two and two together. When her eyes widened, he knew she has finally figured it out, “aye, Mariah, we are mates.”

I hoped she did hear me. He raised his brows at me. “We are mates, Carol,” he told me as if that was answer enough. “And?” I asked him, fully aware that I was acting like a child, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. “And we are having the mating ceremony. It isn’t exactly a wedding, but in some cases, it’s stronger than a generic human wedding. Once you are marked, there’s no turning back. Your body, soul, and mind, will belong to me and—”

A wide smile spread on his lips as soon as he saw me and when he wiped at the corner of his eyes, I knew he was feeling just as overwhelmed as I was. It was our wedding day. It was finally the day where we officially became one. I clutched Malachi’s hand tighter as we made our way to the altar and then he handed me over to Clay, placing my hand in his. He then proceeded to take his place and begin the mating ceremony. “We are gathered here today, to witness the joining of these two pair of lovers in the holy union of matrimony.” Malachi called out and everyone went silent. “Flora Argentine and Clay Scotsman.” Malachi spoke. “You have been through hell and back for each other and you have ful

I asked. “Th-that’s not—” she cut herself off, eyes widening in horror. “Wait… no, that’s not legal. You can’t just—” “It’s very legal,” I replied smoothly. “The contract is clear. There is no true mate bond, no union of trust, no alliance recognized by the Apostles… unless the mating ritual is fulfilled publicly and traditionally.” Her mouth dropped open, disbelief washing over her. “You want me to—” she stammered. “In front of everyone?”

“In my world, power passes through the bloodline. I was the rightful heir. My betrothal was arranged to secure the succession. I was to marry Kaelen because he came from the strongest lineage. The union would produce strong heirs. That is all that mattered to the court.” Marek’s expression darkened. “So it was a political match.” “Entirely,” I said. “True love was a fairy tale. Something poets sang about. Something bards invented for amusement. It was not believed to be real.” “Here,” Marek said, “we have something different.” I tilted my head. “What is it?” “A mate bond.” The words felt foreign. Ancient. Important. “What is a mate?” I asked. “It is a soul connection,” he explained. “Two wer

“Everything that matters is.” I hold her in my gaze and lay it out in clean lines. “You will marry me. Publicly, legally, without delay. You will remain faithful. You will attempt to conceive immediately and produce an heir within one year of our wedding. If there is no pregnancy by day three-hundred-sixty-five, I reserve the right to reassess our contract. Either I divorce you and withdraw your father’s stay of execution, or I grant a defined extension at my discretion. Should we separate at any time, your father’s protection ends the moment the papers are filed.”