The Perfect Marriage Characters Novels & Stories

“I thank you for deciding to end our shame at last. I can now have a rest of mind. You have come to show us true and everlasting love. I can now sleep. But we wish you commence and conclude your proposed marriage today! The candle light of our patience had died many years ago. It is wonderful that you want to marry, so wonderful that you want me to see your progeny and not die a bachelor. You should examine well before you marry o! Don’t engage yourself with any inexperienced girl, rascal, disobedient type, a go about, or painted face flapper, the untrained one, a mongrel, not one with flashing eyes, with blue paint under her eyes like the eyes of a lizard. You should rather weigh your choic

Perci had truly loved her, and losing her is not on his vocabulary. It is funny how their marriage started with a lavender contract. Who would have thought that Cali's selfish decision would lead her to the man she was meant to spend her life with? They had been a cat and dog, an immature couple, and now those struggles made them even stronger. They realized that distance and time could not separate them. Because they knew it, their love was right. Their love was real. Perci may not be her first love; at least he is the last man she will spend her life with. They may not be perfect couples and parents. But don’t imperfection make their life sweet and perfect?

His words covered Kathleen's heart in a cloud of comfort as they expressed his intentions towards her. "Yes! Kathleen, we are not some teenagers who would date and waste time, I want to marry you. I wanted to propose to you properly since you deserve it but your psycho husband ruined things for me today. I feel very threatened and at a miserable place." Alec, after almost proposing her, looked away and sighed. Kathleen was surprised to hear what he had just told her. For her, marriage was like a cage due to her past experience, but she did want a pair of strong arms that could hold her and keep her safe.

Most of the women he had been with either had the perfect breast or the perfect stomach or perfect thigh but not everything together as Abigail did. His eyes were glued on the woman who kept drying her hair as if she was alone. Her butts were round but not fatty. Just perfect. She was the sexiest woman he ever laid eyes on and this time, he wasn't joking when he said he was going to consummate his marriage.

"I never would think that of you, Pendwick. Out of anyone, you're so much more than that." Hope flickers to life in his carnelian eyes again, bright and vulnerable. I look at him—truly look, taking in every detail. He would make a good husband. I can see that truth clearly now. Steady hands that have never raised themselves in anger. Honest eyes that have never lied to me. A heart that has tried for years to stand beside mine, even when I was too blind or too focused elsewhere to notice. And Marriage doesn’t have to be about affection. Or passion. Or love. Not always. It doesn't always need to involve the kind of consuming love that poets write about. It’s not needed to make an heir.

Others easily switch to a new love interest after finding someone who might be more comfortable and suitable than their previous partner. It's not uncommon for couples to date for years and then fail to reach the altar. On the contrary, there are other couples who meet and get married within a month, despite having just met. It's ironic, indeed. Who knows where Darwin falls in this spectrum from all these examples and speculations? What's certain is that he is genuinely in love with his wife now. He's doing his best to become the perfect partner for Veronica. Indeed, this journey of love for Darwin is not easy. Within less than a month of being husband and wife without any formal agreement,

I wished time could halt, granting us an eternity of joyous moments. When she hid, I sought. I vowed never to let her slip away again, not in this life or a million, billion, or gazillion years. My love for Aceia and our kids ran deep, and I pledged to give them everything the world had to offer. In this moment, the marriage that started as a deal had finally transformed into a union of genuine love.

"God, they're so down-to-earth, huh? People with their statuses probably have their own home theaters. Yet, they're out here fighting for our seats, LMAO." "They are down-to-earth, but you can't deny it's sweet and romantic. That's just what life is all about, you know." "Yeah! They're humans, too! They're just doing what couples do—going on a movie date and whatnot…" "I don't think they're just a couple. They should be married. I saw they're wearing rings." "Wasn't there a livestream at the Johnson residence a while ago? She's the abandoned daughter of the Johnson family. I think someone called her "Mrs. Layton" in the livestream. So, they should be married."

I gave him a glance to show how much I was presently wondering if he was in his right senses. “I don’t understand. Are you telling me every werewolf marriage out there was the perfect match? I am yet to find my mate and here I am getting married, so how about you just do your job and make it happen?” “It’s possible to get married to someone who is not your mate.” He replied. “Though the mate marriage is the perfect one, there are werewolves who get married and grow into being the right one for each other.” I scoffed. “Well, that’s definitely not us.”

She was a middle-aged woman who smiled and looked at Rowan’s face, clearly struck by his actor-like handsomeness. "Mr. Carson, are you sure that you want to marry this woman?" she asked, taking me by surprise that she knew Rowan. Only then did it occur to me that I came from a lower-class family, while Rowan’s family were billionaires. "Yes. Do you have a problem with it, Mrs. Judge?" Rowan asked, his voice cold. "No. It’s just that I thought you were in a serious relationship with Sage Andrews. Are the Andrews aware that you are having a secret marriage instead of marrying their daughter?" she asked further, embarrassing me as I lowered my head.