The Marriage Proposal Book Novels & Stories

Her mother’s words echoed in her mind—not sharp like daggers, but like water seeping into soft soil, slow and deep, until it reached somewhere hard to touch. Juliet had said quietly over dinner, “Men who are successful in business... they’re usually very good at pretending.” It was clear who she meant. Grace had shot back instantly, “You didn’t even come to my wedding. How would you know what kind of man he is?” Juliet had merely lifted a spoonful of soup. “Some things are like this bowl of soup. It arrives hot—but everyone knows, if you leave it too long, it’ll eventually go cold.” She was warning her—again—that all marriages eventually change shape.

Believe me, he was best at what he did. When I asked my wife to marry me, she looked confused about the proposal. "Why the sudden proposal?" She asked, she would have said no but she just had to ask that. Her name was Eve, and I could still remember what she wore that day, and even the name of the book in her hand which she was reading before I had approached her at her leisure time. Firmly I told her my reasons, "I want to save our family name, and I need your help to do so, so I'll ask again, would you marry me?"

“Close down your computer. Step away from the internet.” “But—” “Lottie, face it,” I say more gently. “Richard had his chance. If he’d wanted to get married, it would be happening.” I know what I’m saying sounds harsh. But it’s true. Men who want to get married propose. You don’t need to read the signs. They propose and that’s the sign. “But he just doesn’t realize he wants to get married!” she says eagerly. “He just needs persuading. If I just gave him a little nudge …” Little nudge? Bloody great elbow in the ribs, more like.

“Even though you are my mate, we won’t be mating because I don’t want to have any kind of mate bond with you. We are in this together to bring our packs together and fulfill our parents wish. So, I have a proposal for you” “What kind of proposal?” He passed me a file. The moment I read the matter in the document, I was left speechless. “A contract?” I gave him an incredulous look. “Yes, you read that right” he gave me a serious look. “Have you read to many contract marriages in a novel where the male lead offers a damsel in distress a contract and then also falls in love with her in the future?” my tone was not only sarcastic but I was also amused by the whole revelation.

I asked him as I could not bear the suspense anymore. “Alright, I have a business proposal that I’m sure you would be interested in,” he said as he brought out a document from the drawer of his desk. “A business proposal which is?” I asked. “I will partner up with your company and give you some of my clients and share some profits with you,” The proposal sounded too good to be true. “Alright, so what’s the catch?” I asked with an arched brow. “That you agree to marry me, Miss Bennet,”

“He says I’m his? Fine. Let’s see how he reacts when ‘mine’ becomes ‘ours.’ An idea hit me— reckless, brilliant, just enough madness to match the mess we were in. “Oh, he’s going to love this,” I muttered under my breath, already pivoting toward his study. I didn’t bother to knock. “Damian,” I said, breathless. “I have a proposal.” He looked up, eyes wary. “What kind?” I smiled, wicked and sweet. “An open marriage.”

Seamus opened his eyes and the gratitude in his eyes caused him to hold the woman in his arms tightly, as if he had found a treasure once more. Paula shook her head. Although she did not wake up, the corners of her mouth lifted in happiness. "Paula, let's get married!" Seamus asked for a marriage proposal in a low voice. Paula lifted her eyelashes, and smiled at him: "Sure! When? It was so easy for me to get an account book from my parents!" Seamus was stunned, but he smiled and kissed her forehead, "Wait a moment, wait until I'm ready to proposal ring, then it won't be too late."

But slowly, she noticed a subtle change in his eyes and the tightening of his jaw. “Has he hurt you?” he asked, a protective edge in his voice almost easily unnoticed. “Not physically, no,” she replied, shaking her head. Lars leaned back, tilting his head as he propped his head with his hand, his eyes narrowing as he considered the situation. “We need to do something—something that will make it clear to him that he has to go.” Natalie looked at him, hope flickering in her eyes mixed with hesitation. “Yes, but what?” He paused for a moment, then leaned forward, his gaze intense but cold. “We get married.” Natalie's eyes widened in shock. “Married? Lars, that's... that's crazy.”

"Well Alex. I know it’s early. You have been my boyfriend for like three months. And that's more than enough for us to decide if we want to spend our life together or not. I don't want to pressure you to get married now, no matter how much I want, but I respect your studies. So I promise I will not bring up the topic till you finish your studies, or at least till you are ready to be my lawful husband. But… Would you at least tell me if you do want to be my husband or not? Because honestly I can’t live without you now. You may choose to live with us, or in your Condo. But i would love to see you in our home, living with us. So Alex Jefferson, would you please do me the honor of marrying me"?

"I have to be honest with you. I did not invite you here only for dinner." I raised my brows slightly, waiting. He reached past a passing server and collected two glasses of something sparkling, handing one to me without asking. “ I have a proposal." "A proposal," I repeated carefully. "A real one." He turned to face me fully now. "Something that will benefit you significantly, and cost you very little, depending on how you look at it." Daniel's eyes stayed steady on mine. "Marry me," he said. "One year, andq when it ends, you walk away with more than enough to build whatever life you want, completely on your own terms."