Troubled-marriage Romance Books Novels & Stories

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

The wolf family was sent away with their lives, but the father felt insulted by her intervention and was bothered the entire day. Unable to hide his displeasure, he summoned her to his private court and accused her of adultery. Astonished, the mother tried bravely to defend her honor, but her fate was sealed even before she stepped foot in his court. When she attempted to beckon to his better nature, one that he did not possess, he flung her across the room where she was pinned by a tusk hanging from the wall. Her lifeless body was tossed into the woods, unburied and without her honour as a Luna. Since then, I have detested my father’s anger above all things.

My hell. It took me months to learn that he had married me because of the mate bond. The bond might have been nature's punishment, but this marriage was his punishment. "Are you deaf?" His voice interrupted my thoughts. My gaze skipped to his face, and I blinked, realizing I'd been standing in front of him for a while. I stared at him, thirst for revenge eating away at my soul, I want to stab him in the heart so bad. "Get out!" Connor snarled at me, his face etched in dark fury. I turned on my heels and scurried out of the dining room. I heard a snicker, but I didn't bother to check who it was.

Meanwhile, Yara drowned in the failure of her relationship many times due to the curse spoken by Adam long ago. But wait! Didn't Adam first swear that she could only marry after seeing Adam on the aisle? This means that this is the right time to encourage the man to get married, and her turn will come. Yara is smiling. "What kind of grudge, Dam? Geez, our relationship ended years ago."

I kiss him on the cheek, and he rewards me with a sexy smile. “This all seems to be going even better than we had hoped,” my husband remarks happily, “Well done, my love!” “I think they make an adorable couple,” I tell my mate, “They have so much in common!” “Not to mention that Hope would be so happy teaching here,” my husband adds, “She actually has mentioned the whole spell documentation issue with me before! She hates a sloppy grimoire. So hard to read!”

Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.

But I also knew that the longer I took to get to the cemetery, the harder it was going to be for me to start healing, and that will only make it even harder to fix my marriage with Eza. I glanced at her now, sitting in fge passenger seat, her fingers wrapped around a warm takeaway cup of coco, her beautiful eyes roaming the night sky through the windshield. There was a stack of books in the back seat of the car, secured in a shopping bag and strapped with the seatbelt for better security. I'd taken her to a hidden spot for lunch so we could enjoy a mean together outside of the apartment after we went books shopping, and I took her to the aquarium next. This was all to take the both of us fro

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

My veil blurred the faces staring at me, but I could feel their eyes—judging, calculating, whispering about the “poor Diamond girl marrying the broken Diego man.” And then I saw him. Kenneth Diego. He stood at the altar, tall and composed, his dark suit fitting him like a second skin. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline, hair that fell slightly over his forehead. He should have looked perfect, the kind of man any woman would dream of marrying. But he didn’t. Because his eyes… those eyes were carved from shadows. Haunted. Cold. Scarred in ways no scar could show. The whispers had been true. He wasn’t whole, not after what happened with his first marriage. Everyone said he was a man carrying ghosts

I try to find my voice, to find the armor that usually protects me. "What if this 'one thing' you crave so much is impossible?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. "What if it’s beyond your reach?" Adrian’s brow furrows into a slight frown. "What makes you think you are beyond my reach?" I let out a shaky scoff and roll my eyes, trying to reclaim my dignity. "I am a married woman, Adrian. Does that ring a bell?" "Yeah," he says, leaning closer until his nose is only a few inches from mine. "A married woman whose husband doesn't seem to know what he has. A man who keeps mistreating the most precious thing in his life."