We Are Married Novels & Stories

"Do you think we'll ever get married again?" Mari shifts so I roll onto my side until we're facing each other. "Is it important to you for us to be married again?" I shrug. "I don't know how I feel about it. We already do everything together. We live in the same house, we have a schedule we keep, we're raising the kids together." "And we still have the same last name."

Aside from the day he woke up next to Julia knowing something went on between them, he had not as much as touched her again. "She can't possibly get pregnant just that one time they got together. Plus, that is not why she became his wife. They woke up married," Jason thought. "Ah! Contracted marriage," Mrs Haward asked, flipping the magazine to another page. "No Mum, why would you think that?" Jason said, descending the staircase back to the living room. "Son, the two of you have no chemistry. It simply means you didn't marry out of love. You two are total strangers. So, tell me, why did you marry someone you don't love?" Mrs Haward asked, putting the magazine down and sitting up on the sofa

Sunday had taken them by surprise, it wouldn't be as easy as they had hoped. Hi guys, don't forget to RATE, SHARE and COMMENT.

Meaning, John is my whole blood brother… Drew: I cannot believe it, darling. We’re both experiencing the worst of our lives now. Can you live with me already? Let us build our own family. Jette: So, this isn’t a proposal? Drew: No, this is a statement. *laugh… If you want let us get married civilly… Anyway, we’re of age already. Jette: Yes, I’m 29 and you’re 30. Drew: Is it a yes?

"The one my wife and I will be moving into after the wedding this evening?" James tossed a silver key ring across the room. I caught it effortlessly. "Are you even a little bit curious to see her?" James asked, shaking his head. "Your wife? Bro, you're actually getting married. D*mn. You're leaving me all alone in the single world." "It's five years," I replied coldly, sliding my silver Rolex onto my wrist. "She will be my wife just for show." Thirty minutes later, my cynicism faded into a blur of blinding camera flashes and low whispers.

Ava said, trying to fight her own emotions and tears that were already at her eyelids waiting to grace her face again. “I'm just 18 and you want me married?” Ava asked. “That's it Ava, you keep thinking you are little!” Mrs Sarah said, while she readjusted on the mattress she sat. “Go prepare for school, you are getting married to Ryan and that's final.” Mrs. Sarah added while she moved into the bathroom. Sluggishly Ava walked out the door leaving the room, her mom's words repeating in her brain. Thoughts running down her mind, ‘who is Ryan and why was she getting married to him’ she knows her mother was the devil but this was just too much.

“You want a divorce from me?” His eyes darkened as he stared at me.“No, darling,” he said quietly. “We’re in this together.” “There is no we,” I said, glaring at him. “Oh, there definitely is,” he replied calmly. “Or did you forget about the contract?” My heart skipped. “What contract?” “The one that clearly says we can’t divorce each other until six years of marriage,” he grinned widely. “And we’re only in the third year.” I slowly shook my head. “That’s a lie.”

Rage threatens to blur my vision as he walks to the wine bar and picks up a bottle, taking a clean glass along before corking it open and pouring a decent amount of the red liquid into the glass. “The part that knows we’re married, and a couple.” I run my fingers through my hair in frustration, a thin line holding me back from losing my mind. “ This is not a f*ck*ng real marriage, and we’re not a couple!” I cry out, desperate to get the information into his thick head. He shrugs, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a sip. “Couples live together, Peony. And that’s exactly what we’re doing, isn’t it?” He turns to me, a smug smile playing on his lips.

It hadn't. We were still rivals. Still stubborn. Still far too competitive. We had simply discovered that being married didn't stop us from being ourselves. And apparently, neither did being on an island in the middle of nowhere.

“I believe we were about to head upstairs.” I lift her again, carrying her towards the stairs, eager to continue what we started. Oh, yes. Being married is the best.