Seventeen Couple Novels & Stories

I told them what they needed to know about me and the introduction ended after me. So far, there are ten couples joining Ex-Factor. Trenton and I, Ethan and Allyson, Mark and Patty, Sam and Leticia, Ryan and Vicky, Allan and Macy, Gabriel and Tori, Vincent and Kate, Zyke and Natasha and last but not the least, Paul and Alice. Five ex-married couples and five ex-couples are fighting for three million. We started eating lunch and we were ushered behind the curtain. We were paired and fell in line so our entrance can be recorded. We were briefed once more and we were reminded that our actions and words will be recorded, but they will edit out scenes that are unnecessary.

The effect Darren had on her was incredible even though she could only imagine and see it on tape. "Send this to me!" pleaded Maureen as she returned Serena's cell phone. She thought something like that might help her occasionally when she 'wanted to'. "You guys also do this without realizing that I have access. Here, it's sent." Serena grumbled, but continued to spout off about her best friend's overnight romance while sending several videos at once. Seeing other people's unions is no longer a strange thing between them. Sometimes, romantically-intoxicated couples openly show intimate touches when they meet at an 'open' party.

That God damn app will choose our own partners for us. He mentioned: First pair is Khaleel and Bethany. Second pair is PJ's date and Travis. Third pair is Khaleel's date and Troy. Fourth pair is Lovemarie and Sebastian. Fifth pair is PJ and Troy's date. Sixth pair Is Travis' date and Tommy. I curled my fist in a ball as soon as I realized who was the only person left that didn't get mentioned. I glance at Sebastian and he seemed unhappy. Trust me Sebastian, I'm more upset than you and at the same time anxious.

I grabbed the TV remote and turned it on, flipping through the channels until my eyes caught on a tabloid news. I'm telling you, the 7th-year wedding anniversary party of New York's star-crossed couple is the hottest take in town, one of the anchors was saying. Yes, they look so in love. So enamored by each other. It's not often you see young couples stay together for that long, the other, a petite-looking lady, said. I beg to differ, though; most young couples don't make it past the 7th year. It's almost like a 7-year curse, the first replied.

He whispers. The question leaves a loophole in head and I'm eager to hear Rowan's response. “We're not—” Colton intrudes him with the megaphone. “Listen up, everyone. The couple are about to go in for their honeymoon. We have just an hour to party wild and then the DJ can switch to blues.” “I never said that.” Rowan grits his teeth and I burst into laughter. Colton is surely a handful. “Let's join them and dance, at least,” I suggest. Rowan is in between decisions but I drag him and bounce to the dancefloor which is already going wild with people taking shots and dancing.

It's Julie's husband, Mark. I've worked with her for long enough, nearly three years now, to be able to recognise her other half from the various Christmas parties we've attended together. He's tall, with dark hair shorn short against his head, and grey eyes. He's smiling in his profile picture, and I can't help but smile back. I turn my phone around and show it to Sean. "Look who it is." "Uh, am I meant to know who...?" "It's Julie's husband," I explain impatiently. "Julie, my boss, Julie?"

She try her very best to leave the comfort of his body –even though they're not really cuddling, it looks like she's leaning her head on his chest and shoulder– but failed miserably. Came in Kaadira, Naazwa and Maaysa with paper bags in both their hands. They stood in their tracks when they saw the couple in front of them. The female specie is wide eyed and embarrassing blush around her masking her face whilst the male specie has a huge smirk and eyes full of mirth and happiness with a tinge of annoyance –probablg because they interrupted. His sisters smiled at the couple before ambling into the room and sit on the couch opposite to where the couple are. They don't really mind as their paren

The applause erupted, and the couple turned to face their family and friends, their hearts overflowing with happiness. The celebration continued, filled with laughter, music, and dancing. The evening seemed to pass in a blur of joy, and as the stars appeared in the night sky, Abigail and Samuel held each other close, dancing in each other's arms. They had taken their vows, exchanged their rings, and now, they were ready to embark on the journey of marriage, hand in hand. The promise they had made to each other was a bond that would withstand any challenge, a love that would only grow stronger with time.

As the camera clicked, a soft sound was heard, capturing the beautiful moment forever. Once done, they exchanged warm hugs and congratulations again, feeling the warmth and togetherness present in the moment. The photo was not just a physical memory of the special day but also a symbol of the abundant love, support, and happiness in their new relationship. With hearts full of beautiful memories, Moni and Robi felt blessed by the love and presence of their loved ones in their lives. They were ready to step forward as husband and wife, confident that their love would continue to guide them in every step of their life journey.

They ended at forty people small enough to feel like family, big enough to celebrate. The venue was the easiest part. “The cabin,” Julian said one night. Sebastian looked up. “The cabin where we got snowed in?” “Where we fell in love. Where you got on one knee. Where everything started.” Sebastian pictured the frozen lake, the fireplace, snow against the windows. “It’s perfect.” Julian smiled. “I knew you’d agree.” The arguments continued for weeks... flowers, food, music.. live band versus playlist, season... winter versus spring. Every fight ended the same way: raised voices melting into laughter, hands grabbing, mouths crashing together. Sometimes they made it to the bedroom. Sometimes th