The Perfect Marriage Novels & Stories

“Your favorite parts, huh? If my cock isn't your favorite part of my body, then I'm not doing my job properly. I promise you that I'm about to remedy that." She beamed at me, a hint of wonder in her eyes. I supposed this was as surreal to her as it was to me. We were never meant to be together, two parallel lines. We were never meant to be so perfect together. "Allow me to make you another promise, Elena." I lifted her hand and grabbed the ring she designed, placing it at the tip of her finger before I looked into her eyes. "You and I started our marriage under the worst possible circumstances, and even now, it feels like so much stands

He would still run away with Mario but that would be after he had come of age, he said inwardly. “Yes, I am sure Greg, I would not be asking if I wasn’t,” Elly replied. “Say yes already,” Elly added, her lips curled in laughter, feeling hopeful. “Alright Elly, I am going to marry you,” Greg replied. “Yes,” Elly said happily, standing on her feet to meet Greg who also stood up after she did. She reached out to him and threw her arms around Greg’s shoulder, feeling very excited. “Thank you Greg,” she said.

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,

, he replies kissing me on my forehead. Some people will say that arranged marriages don't work. They do when both the husband and wife are in it together. If they want to work the marriage out. No marriage is perfect. There's no such thing as a perfect marriage or even perfect kids. Perfection isn't real. "But I am worried about Azaan. He hasn't been himself ever since Faryal's wedding to Fahd", I explain to Aayan. "Maybe there was something going on between them....."

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

Something hovers at the back of my mind, but the thoughts don't coalesce. Don't think about it.... It'll come when the time's right.... I knock back the last of the coffee. Time to get on with that speech. Tucking the photo safely back in my wallet, in much more cheerful mood, I return to my desk. Since my mind is a blank, I search the internet for inspiration, trying to find the right words. Quotes about marriage.... ".... A happy marriage is the work of two people...." Not exactly appropriate.... ".... A perfect marriage is just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other...."

Her voice hardened again, the doubt sealed over, the mask reassembled. "I believe in commitment. I believe in showing up. I believe in choosing someone every day, even when the feeling isn't there, even when the fire has gone out, even when the person you chose isn't the person you dreamed of. That's what marriage is, Adam. Not fireworks. Not rivers. Not grand, suicidal gestures. Showing up. And I showed up. Every single day. While you were unconscious, while you were dreaming about her, I was in meetings with your father and my father and a team of twelve lawyers, making sure that when you woke up, you would still have a life to come back to."

After divorcing my unfaithful husband, Yale Gibson, I end up completely miserable. So when we remarry, I become the perfect wife he always wanted. When rumors swirl about him and Willow Leeds, I step forward to clear his name. When Willow falsely accuses me, he turns a blind eye while I immediately take the blame and apologize. Even when I'm set up and brought to the police station, I refuse to call him to bail me out. I simply tell the officers I have no family, letting them lock me up for an entire week. Seven days later, the heavy gates of the police station clang open at dusk. A sleek black Cullinan screeches to a halt right in front of me. Yale strides over, his brow furrowed sligh

To marry Kayla, Luke had knelt outside the Hudson family's residence for seven days and seven nights, until his eyes were dry and he collapsed under the scorching sun. When the Hudson family elders punished him physically, Luke never flinched. He endured every punishment in full. Even while lying in the ICU after, his only thought was that as long as he could be with Kayla, nothing else mattered. They had never had children. The doctors said there was nothing physically wrong with either of them, only that their bodies were incompatible, making conception unlikely.

“I mean it. I’m not looking to be part of drama. Once there are strippers, I am going.” “No funny business. I’m getting married tomorrow.” Alex’s phone rang, and he answered. “Babe?” Meika sighed.. “Please don’t hurt us before we even start our marriage.” Alex sighed. “Adrian's with me. We are keeping it clean. I promise.” “If it wasn’t for his wife, I wouldn’t want you see him. He's a crook and you know it.” He sighed. “I love you. I will keep you updated.” “Love you too.”