When Friendship Marries Love Novel Novels & Stories

Wyatt forced out some tears and said, “Maya, if you hadn’t asked for so much before agreeing to marry me, I wouldn’t have sold my blood for money. If I hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t have gotten AIDS! Don’t you feel even a little bad for breaking up with me like this?” I was impressed by the way Wyatt had managed to come up with lies on the spot. Although we had been dating for two years, we never discussed getting married. Since when had I ever asked for anything before I would agree to marry him?

I stammered, stunned. "You will never understand unless you accept this marriage." "Have you lost your mind? Love doesn't exist between us, so why should we marry?!" I argued. "You think it's that simple?" he scoffed, letting out a mocking laugh that made my blood boil. "Remember... both of our companies are depending on this union. So, whether you like it or not, Freya... we are getting married." "Hell no!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, drawing the attention of everyone inside the restaurant.

But this man chose her instead. Supposedly, Luliyah felt she was the luckiest woman in the world because she was the one that this extraordinary man chose. Unfortunately, she doesn't love him. ...... The marriage registration process happened very quickly. Luliyah held her marriage book in disbelief. She was pensive while holding the book, her eyes seemed unfocused. She opened the book and saw that her and Kelvin's photos was decorated on it. Her brain couldn't digest that she was married already.

"We didn't love each other, not at the start. It was a political marriage, a way for Eugenius to keep me from Arete, to remind me of my place. But we were respectful of each other. We were kind. And that kindness... it grew. It grew into a kind of love, but more of a friendship love. A deep, abiding affection." He looked at me then, his eyes a dark, turbulent sea of memories. "It took us a year before we even slept in the same bed. We were just two lonely people, sharing a house, finding comfort in each other's presence. It was another year after that before we... you know. Before we had sex. Our marriage was more like a friendship that occasionally had sex. It was quiet. It was gentle. It w

Lisa asked, tears still rolling down her cheeks. “Yes. Or at least I thought he was. He, however, confessed his love to me. He told me one evening that he wanted to marry me.” I looked at Lisa. She wasn’t scared anymore. Looking at me attentively, she wanted me to continue. “I thought it was a phase and that it would pass. I wasn’t attracted to him in the slightest. No way, I would take him as my mate. Besides, I couldn’t tell anyone that I was in love.”

" Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you. Whenever you want to try and fix your marriage with him, he makes you think there isn't a marriage at all. He makes you think that you are like a book he has in his bookshelf for years. Every time your heart breaks because of your efforts. One day you tell him that you want to leave and he barely heard you. Yo

"How on earth am I meant to know", he asked pretending inorder to know the reason why she's asking. "Okay, I love you and I'm serious, starting from when we were in high school, I was in love with you and I know we will make a nice couple", she said dreaming. "You can't obviously like me, I'm your best friend's bestie", he said still in surprise. "You're her best friend not her boyfriend, so we have a chance", she seriously said.

“Damian… please…” Lucy’s voice trembled, soft yet urgent, each word carrying the weight of her restraint. “I… I love you, yes, but we have to keep this… this as friends. I’m married now.” She repeated it, firmer this time, hoping the finality of her words could push back the storm inside her.

None of them are there just to pass out time, they are there because they are genuinely happy for their friend. It's not everyday that your twenty one year old friend decide to marry and twenty two year old woman who happens to be your dead older brother's wife whom you have been crushing on for far too long. Most of them there knew about the love he had for her during their highschool days as they went to the same school back then. This is a love story worth telling the world about and they are ones to tell the world about it. Love has triumph once again. There is nothing impossible when Allah is always there watching what goes around one's heart. He makes it easy for the pious ones but giv

"Who says it's impossible? Many of my friends are dating the same sex." "Your friends have gone mad!" said Jack. "You're going crazy too, Jack. If you forget, I still consider you a friend." Jack widened his eyes. He rubbed his chest to neutralize the pounding of anger that might annihilate a creature like Reo right now. "So from now on, don't ever think of me as your friend. I don't want to be loved by the same sex. That's ... really disgusting!" Jack drove away in the car he was driving. Leaving Reo who is dead with lice with a million pieces of destruction in his feelings.