Unholy Matrimony 2020 Novels & Stories

~Spread your legs.~ Arcane POV: Today is the wedding day. My Mom is going to be Melissa Jones from now onwards. I half-heartedly slipped inside the dress which I got for the wedding. It's not that I am not happy for her but nothing intrigues me anymore. I have lost interest in everything. Currently we were in a hotel room and a makeup artist was giving Mom a makeover and I watched them quietly. "Arc." Mom looked at me through the mirror our eyes met. I bit my lip and sighed internally. She extended her hand for me and I couldn't be rude with her in the presence of outsiders.

The Shaman had raised the dagger to slice their palms for the blood bond. Right after the marriage, Tova took his wife to the market square where he gave her the surprise he was talking about. He had opened a healer’s shop especially for her. When she entered the shop, she found Benny and Coira. She squealed and ran to them. As she hugged them, her eyes went to her husband and she thanked him silently. Mizette never came to attend the marriage. She maintained her hatred for Alyssa, for Magda… Tova took his wife on a long honeymoon around the world. For a year they were on protection but after that, as soon as Alyssa was on heats, he didn’t leave an opportunity to impregnate her.

Curious despite himself, he asked “Proof of what?” “Of my sterility,” announced Rachel firmly. Jake felt shocked. “You’re sterile?” “No! It’s part of the plan. See, what was the motive behind our marriage in the first place? A heir. A when Devin finds out that there’s no question of producing a heir, the marriage does not stand. Ditto,” she finished, snapping her fingers in a concluding way to emphasize her point.

Making himself look promising. Then, the priest turned to me. "Neiva Ariella Hillstone, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" I still can't believe that I'm going to marry this man. He looks happy, waiting for my answer. His white suit is making him look even kinder. The only witness we have here is the priest and his men in black suits, currently pointing a gun right into my head.

I was about to lose the one I love just because I had blindly loved him way too much, and I wept for that reason. " Creatures of the underworld", the witch in the middle spoke up, her voice sounding ancient and powerful, her accent almost like that of an English speaking Latin woman, " we have all gathered here to witness something spectacular, something that has never been heard of; the mating of a vampire and a werewolf. These two from both parties have claimed to be mated to each other even though they are not of the same kind. So tonight, as the full moon rises to its peak, we shall witness them in bed to attest if the Moon Goddess truly destined them for each other. Let the drums roll",

She stepped forward and placed it on the edge of the bed. “You should say thank you,” Riley murmured. “Because very soon, you’ll be having a proper wedding in the underworld.” Katherine stared at her, brow furrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?” Riley simply tapped the envelope once and stepped back. Katherine hesitated, then picked it up. Her heart thudded as she read the front: The Holy Matrimony of Katherine Cassius and Giovanni Ivanovo. Her breath caught in her throat. “This… this isn’t real.”

At the top, a blinking headline: “Blackthorne Conspiracy Files Released – Unsealed Tapes, Names, Dates, and… a Wedding License?” Aria’s breath caught. “What the hell is that?” she whispered. Luciano read the post, jaw tightening. “Matteo just published a fake marriage certificate,” he growled. “One that says I married you two months ago in Vegas.” Aria reeled. “What?!” Luciano handed her the phone. Her name. His. A forged certificate, timestamped before she’d even stepped foot in Italy.

The stain on her dress was obvious to anyone who looked or was standing close enough. She looked like a mess but she was smiling anyway. That same fake smile she always wore, the one that never ever reached her eyes. “Dearly beloved,” the officiant began. “We are gathered here today to witness the union of Adrian Michael Westbrook and Vanessa Marie Chen in holy matrimony.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. Holy matrimony? There was nothing holy about this. “Marriage is a sacred bond between two people who love each other. Who commit to supporting one another through good times and bad. Through sickness and health. For richer or poorer.”

Yet I cannot admit the truth either. “It is complicated.” Shaking his head, he pulls the metal out and inspects it. The strip of steel must meet his approval, he takes it to the stone and splits the top half of it, making it into a Y shape. “Most likely, it is not as complicated as you think.” Using the tongs, he puts it back into the hot coals. “My wife did not have a mark when we married, it was not until after she had our oldest son that the priestess marked her.”