Survival Marriage Novels & Stories

"Yes, the reason is so that I will keep my mouth shut about your behavior at the bar and if you do agree to marry me, then you won't have to pay for the watches I gave to those three ugly men." "I don't want to marry you. Marriage is not a game, sir. You should marry the person you love, not me who is just your student," Anya refused, not wanting to play with a sacred bond called marriage. "I want that too, An, to marry the woman I love, but God doesn't seem to like seeing me happy, so He's pressured me to get married. Just so you know, I was also forced to ask you to marry me." "You can't blame God in any situation because God knows what is best for His servants."

It was close to a miracle that he was talking to me so much today. But it was only to divorce me. Feeling conflicted, I sniffled and signed my name without hesitation. Sebastian frowned slightly at my resolve. His voice was filled with a little sorrow when he said, “Rose, after the apocalypse, we’ll get married again.” I looked away and waved him away in a casual fashion. “You said it yourself. It’s the apocalypse. This certificate doesn’t matter. “Whether we survive next month is uncertain. Why don’t you focus on saving the world, Mr. Scientist Jenkins?”

That armed guards weren't stationed at every window. Dr. Morgan raised her glass. "To couples who refuse to let evil win. Who choose love in the face of death. Who build families despite monsters trying to destroy them." Everyone drank. Champagne. Checked. Clean. Safe. Marcus pulled me aside. To the small kitchen. Alone for a moment. "We did it," he said. "We survived the ceremony." "We got married. Officially. Legally. Forever." "Mrs. Rhodes," I tested the name. "Still sounds strange."

Their union symbolizes a shared commitment to weather life's storms as a team, to cherish one another through the joys and sorrows that lie ahead. As the years unfold, Miguel and Zelda navigate the intricacies of married life with steadfast determination. They encounter challenges along the way, but their commitment to one another remains unwavering. The foundation laid by Sasha's advice serves as a guiding light, a reminder of the love and dedication that brought them together. Through the ebbs and flows of their journey, Miguel and Zelda discover that marriage is not merely a destination but an ongoing, ever-evolving commitment. They learn to communicate, compromise, and grow together, for

The merrier it was, the more in love were the groom and the bride. I never really dreamed of a wedding. Survival was always my priority. It still was. Despite all the preparations I’ve done, the fact that I sat next to my new husband and known as “Mrs. Cox” still didn’t feel right. All those wishes seemed like nonsense. This wedding was nothing but an act, a part of my survival plan. I remembered every single word that we exchanged at the altar. How both of us looked at each other, tried to convince the world that love was in this marriage.

“I'm not saying I want to. I'm saying I want you to know that I won't marry you because everyone expects me to.” My throat tightened. “And I won't marry you because I already said yes.” He smiled. “I know.” “I'll marry you because I choose you.” His expression softened. “And I'll choose you every time.” That was when I understood. We didn't need a perfect wedding. We needed a marriage strong enough to survive imperfect days. So we went back downstairs. We didn't shout. We didn't threaten. We simply told everyone the truth. This was our marriage. Our decision. Our life.

Patient. Curious. Something about the way he said it made it easier to speak. “Seven years ago,” I began slowly, “I was married.” Dylan’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “That explains a lot.” “Does it?” “People who survive bad marriages tend to develop strong survival instincts.” I gave a quiet laugh. “That’s one way to describe it.” The memories surfaced slowly, like old photographs rising through dark water. “My parents never liked him,” I continued. “Your husband.” “They said he was charming but unreliable.”

We stayed there long, two young souls bound by duty, not desire. Finally, he spoke. "Do you think... we'll be happy?" I swallowed hard. "I don't know," I admitted. "But maybe... we'll find a way." He nodded, accepting the fragile hope I offered. Somewhere deep inside, a small ember of gratitude flickered. At least I wasn't completely alone. And maybe—just maybe—this was enough for now. Days turned into weeks. We ruled together, Vito and I. A marriage forged not of love but of survival.

Traps. I stood stiff, glaring at him like a cornered animal, refusing to step deeper inside. He crossed the room with unhurried confidence, then turned to face me. “You don’t understand yet. But you will. This marriage isn’t about romance or comfort. It is survival. My name shields you, my ring chains you to protection. Without it…” His eyes darkened, voice dropping to something that crawled under my skin. “…you are nothing more than prey.” My heart thundered, a frantic bird beating its wings against a locked cage.

They don't deserve to share even a small portion of my worries and trouble. After two weeks of living in that den, I have come to realize more how big they are and their capabilities to destroy someone without a single soul knowing. This marriage will totally bring horror to my life and it's enough that I'll face it alone. I will never drag anyone with me in this hell.