Prankster Couples Novels & Stories

Vegas ceremony. “Oh, Elena, you look like an angel. Liam is going to die when he sees you.” She hadn't been helping me pick out a wedding dress. She had been picking out a costume for the fool playing the role of the secret wife. "They share a mortgage on a property in the Hamptons," Miller continued, his eyes finally showing a flicker of something, pity? "They filed a joint tax return last year. They are husband and wife in every sense that the law recognizes. You, Ms. Vance, are simply a guest in the country whose time is running out."

If anyone would see us right now, they wouldn't guess an hour ago we'd dry-humped into climaxing and I'd fingered and kissed orgasms out of Sofia a few minutes later. They couldn't guess either that on our way here, we could barely get our hands off each other and I'd nearly ripped Sofia's dress off her five minutes before we arrived. Pretending like we weren't getting along was a necessary compromise to secure any future we wanted to have. Desiring each other and acting on those needs behind the scenes was equally a necessary compromise. I could take the risk on this one because it was out of hand. The big smile instantly lighting up my father's face as we walked into the office was heavily

continued Erito smiling faintly with his pair of lips forming a straight line. Minutes and minutes passed by. While having their lunch, one by one of the journalists began to write their news articles about the three most spectacular as well as phenomenal gay couples this year, whose relationships had been proven with a kind of queer, strange, illogical and indescribable supernatural power. After finishing their news articles and posting their articles, one by one of the journalists began to claim what had been promised by the three couples before. The three couples really gave out what they’d promised before.

Translation: lie convincingly and make it cute. Some couples went all in—wild beach stories, candlelit dinners, ridiculous near-death adventures. A few were genuinely adorable. Others… were so detailed that Ivy was starting to wonder if they were actually fake couples at all. She sat beside me, fingers nervously tracing the rim of her empty champagne glass. “We didn’t plan a story,” she whispered, her voice tight. “That’s the fun of improv,” I said under my breath, fighting a grin. She turned and gave me that sideways glare—the one that said you’re enjoying this way too much. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“Oh, it is. There’s the egg race, the sack race, the obstacle course… and the couples run.” I raised an eyebrow. “Couples run?” “You and Oliver should totally do, I guess Aiden and I should too” she said casually. “It’s good PR. People love seeing the ‘golden couple’ do something together. Builds goodwill.” For some reason, that idea terrified me. The idea of running side by side with Oliver, pretending to be something we weren’t, pretending that our partnership was built on anything but arrangement and obligation. “I’ll think about it,” I said, downing the rest of my coffee.

Damn it. When I moved closer to my date’s neck, Bright pulled Sabrina tighter against him. We were making each other jealous like two teenagers, and the people around us probably thought we were just two happy couples enjoying the music. But in reality, we were two broken people, dancing with strangers to forget the ones we truly loved. Two people who began a fake marriage and ended up falling in love like in the movies, but neither of us was mature enough to face it. Or maybe I wasn’t.

They will come and confess that the couple will visit their friend's parents in Sampaloc. The boys cheer for Henry to grab the microphone in the video karaoke. This is a song that has a white title. It's like I'm being rocked by the thrill of my husband's voice. Not satisfied yet, he asked me to stand up and dance. The married couples also got up and danced. "You guys are terrible; respect the singles!" Theo complained. The married men simply responded by saying, "Shut up and close your eyes if you're jealous." That's why we girls were shaken by their antics.

None of the couples seemed bothered by the presence of others, each couple was there for their mate, sharing the pure pleasure of expressing their naked love under the open sky. Insects, birds and the sounds of lovers filled the air, making it, in some ways, the best of nights. When Sam was settled into the hot tub Phil asked Brisk about his statement about his family and marriage. An arranged marriage, expected to last a lifetime seemed a very foreign concept in California.

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She shook her head and request him again, while instead of leaving her, he hovers over her again and starts kissing her passionately which lead to other make out. Meet Manik Mittal, he is a smart and handsome man who works as a mechanic in a garage. Nandini Mittal, his wife, sweet and obedient wife who always supports her husband. They are spending their life happily, even though they don't have money but they are happy and content in their life.