Why Does Naofumi Marry Melty Novels & Stories

Shouta boredly asked, so Melody just gave him a judgmental look and snatched the towel from his grasp. "Fine, whatever," Melody replied, pulling Shouta's shirt up. She couldn't believe she was feeling nervous in the presence of a sixteen-year-old who had just stepped into adolescence. Melody sighed and pushed away her thoughts, wiping Shouta's back while he leaned forward with his arms resting on his knees. "Have you found your chosen mate or fated mate yet?" Shouta's sudden question always caught Melody off guard. "What's it to you whether I have one or not? And do you even know what a chosen mate or fated mate is?" Melody asked, draping the towel over Shouta's shoulder.

I can feel myself getting emotional but I hold back my tears as I don't want to ruin the hard work of the girls. "Thank you so much, Mama Melody. I can not believe that finally I am going to be married to the man whom I love with my all being. It still feels like a beautiful dream but I know that this time my dream will be fulfilled." I say with a smile while Mama Melody hugs me gently. "I can feel your happiness dear and believe me, I have always believed that a caring person like you should be getting all of her dreams true." Mama Melody replies before kissing me on the forehead.

“ When we get there , remember to act all lovey dovey , I am pretty sure that George had briefed you on why I married you in the first place . I do not want to say this as a warning to you girl , but if you really do love your life , then I think that you should try your best never to mess this up because if you do mess this up , I promise that I would I would mess up your life and this isn’t just mere threat , I mean everything that I had just told you . Melissa nodded her head in a yes with so many thoughts going through her head . She knew that she dared not go against this man as there was something so crazy in his nature that she never liked . She didn’t know why he wanted a wife in the

He knew what was inside. A promise. His fingers hovered over it, then pressed down, flattening the paper as though he could crush the memory beneath his palm. They were supposed to marry. Not because of love at least not at first but because of trust. Their families had decided long before Melissa understood what marriage meant. Tyrone had accepted it easily. He’d been proud, even. Melissa was intelligent, graceful, and already carrying the quiet strength of her mother. She didn’t need saving. She didn’t need taming.

All I could say was, ‘but you love it,’ while laughing. A couple of hours had passed, and we were in the small kitchen where we had just finished eating. Mel had brought in some food she had taken from the pack house. I swear this girl really wants to be thrown out and it's only been half a day. Lol. Knock knock, we heard at my door. Mel rolled her eyes and from that I knew it was Noah. ‘Come in Noah, the door is opened’, I yelled from the kitchen. ‘Hello Sasha, I'm here to pick up Emelda’, ‘I'm not going anywhere, go to hell and leave me alone.’ Mel spat, making Noah frown. ‘Are you coming the easy way or do you want me to pick you up and throw you over my shoulders?’ Noah asked, sounding

Renji reached the car before Muna could start the engine and knocked on my window. “Please, Naomi. Just give me five minutes.” I kept my face forward. Five minutes for what? Renji had already told me he regretted marrying me. Then he accused me of carrying another man’s child and walked away when I begged him to believe me. What else was left for him to say? Maybe this time he wanted to reject me somewhere more public. “Muna, drive.” Muna hesitated. “Naomi…” “Please.” Muna started the car and backed out.

After three years in a long-distance relationship, I went straight to the courthouse as soon as my flight landed, ready to marry Willow Payne. Instead, she showed up holding a newborn baby. Without a trace of guilt, she placed the baby in my arms. "This is Rachel, my daughter with Preston. You can raise her from now on." My mind went blank. Standing beside her, my childhood friend, Preston Webb, burst out laughing. "Willow and I got drunk one night, and one thing led to another. We ended up sleeping together. Your time working out of town is finally over, and now you get to come home and be a dad. Hell of a surprise, right?" I stared at them. "Do you seriously think this is funny?"

Bertha saw Lisanna's face filled with confusion, and she continued speaking. “Do you know what I did to make Melon betray you? I helped Melon kill her newlywed husband. I and John recreated the terrible accident I had with Kelvin. Therefore, all of that old man's assets were transferred to Melon. She had just escaped that forced marriage and had a huge amount of money enough for her to live on for the rest of her life. Do you think Melon can resist the lure of freedom and money? Do you think you've investigated Kelvin's death, and Melon will listen to you absolutely? Lisanna! You are wrong, no one can resist the attraction of money, especially those who are forced like Melon, she craves free

One arm in his pocket, Felix's gaze was probing Elisa. "Are you back?" she asked, trying to open the conversation. "Where have you been, Elisa?" Felix ignored Elisa's question, preferring to ask the opposite. "I met someone. Rumi, a former maid who worked for Camelia," Elisa explained honestly. She didn't want Felix to misunderstand her departure after seeing the flashbacks of the previous body owner's memories. Camelia felt sorry for Felix, who turned out to be as betrayed as she was; perhaps the difference was that Felix and Elisa got married in an arranged marriage. Meanwhile, Camelia and Samuel got married because Camelia fell in love.

Epifanio suggested. “No, that's not going to happen. I have to work overtime because there are still things I need to fix at work.” Epifanio grinned. "Work? Dude, I'll remind you that you're married and you have a family. You should prioritize them first.” Apollo shook his head. "You know why I married her." He stood up and went to the room where Melody was. Melody woke up still slightly dizzy, and her throat was sore. She remembered what happened. She painted earlier. She looked around and noticed that she was in a white room. That's smell. She knew that smell—the smell of medicine. She hates that smell.