Will You Marry Me Again Novels & Stories

I immediately hid the box when Alora looked at us. “Archi, why…?” She couldn’t ask properly, her eyes were teary. “Six years ago, I was planning to ask you, Love. It's just that… things happened and…” I sighed and held her hand. “Will you marry me… again?” She stared at me for a moment and every second felt like a torture… Afraid that she’ll reject the thought of marrying me. “You don’t have to answer immediately and the wedding… we will do it according to your decision—”

I’ll still make her love me again by all means. Whatever it took

She whispered. ‘I know, but first.....'.He responded and brought out the red velvet box from his pocket and opened it. ‘Alice Montero.Will you marry me again,please??'.

"Kate Jones Dray, will you marry me? Again. For the third time. But this time because I'm so completely in love with you that I want to promise it properly." "You already promised at the vow renewal." "That was for our anniversary. This is just for us." He squeezed my hand. "So what do you say? Want to spend the rest of your life with someone who drives you crazy?" "I already am spending my life with you." I pulled him up and kissed him. "But yes. I'll marry you again. For the third time. Even though you're ridiculous." He slid the ring onto my finger next to my wedding band. "Perfect fit."

All the loud chatters and soft murmurs in the restaurant die down instantly and all attention shifts to us. “After knowing you for so long, and going on so many adventures with you, after making so many memories with you and living through both our beautiful and ugly days together, I’ve come to the realization that there’s nobody else on this planet and beyond who’ll be able to love me for who I am and still push me to become a better version of myself, there’s no one out there who’d provide me the completeness and love you provide me, there’s nobody else who I can call ‘home’, there’s nobody else who I’d rather spend my days and my nights with. I want to grow old with you, to love you for t

SOPHIE'S POV "Marry me again, Sophie." My eyes widened. "W-What?" He looked directly into my eyes. "Marry me again." "Vincent, are you serious? We're still married, anyway. You haven't filed a divorce, right?" "That marriage was fake. I only married you because I wanted someone to entertain me, but this time, I want it to be a real marriage. I want us to start all over again. I want you to marry me again, Sophie. I want you to spend the rest of your life by my side. Will you marry me?" He was looking straight into my eyes while he was saying all of those things. There, I could see the sincerity in his eyes.

The residence looked like something out of a movie, with sleek lines and futuristic grandeur. "It's... nice," I said, striving to seem casual. Adrian's lips curved into a smile. "Just nice?" "I'm injured, Vianne." I turned to face him, crossed my arms. "Enough small talk. "What do you want, Adrian?" He moved closer, his eyes blazing. "I'd like to renew my offer. "Marry me, Vianne." I blinked, taken aback by his directness. "What? "Are you insane?"

My instincts told me to sign the contract as quickly as possible before he and his wife changed their minds. “This sounds good to me,” I said, reaching for a pen on the desk. Joemar put his hand over mine to stop me. His fingers were strangely frigid. “Before you sign this contract, we have a second offer. If you’re willing to hear it.” A second offer? Probably related to multiple pregnancies. It wasn’t uncommon for couples to use the same surrogate again after the first pregnancy. “Okay,” I said slowly. Joemar leaned over my shoulder and pulled the second folder closer to me. The scent of his cologne hung in the air, subtle yet alluring.

He stated, restraining his tears, but his voice was already cracking. "I want you to be in my life forever. I want to wake up in the morning seeing your lovely face and you are the last person to see before closing my eyes at night. Alison Greed, will you please marry me again?" He asked, shivering as his hands were shaking holding the box of the ring. I cried, looking at him. I can't describe the joy in my heart. Never dreamed we would get to this point. For me, as long as we are together I will be fine, but now that he proposes, my heart is jumping with happiness. "Will you marry me again, please!" He repeated again, almost breaking. He is unsure if I will t

For the first time in a long time, I feel at peace. Later, Logan arrives, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. He takes my hand gently, his touch warm and reassuring. “Kylie,” he begins, his voice soft but filled with emotion. “We’ve been through so much together, and we’ve faced more than our fair share of challenges. But I know that my love for you has only grown stronger. Will you marry me again? This time, for a lifetime—no more plans, no more schemes, just us.” I look into his eyes, seeing the depth of his love and the promise of a new beginning. “Yes, Logan,” I reply, my heart swelling with happiness. “Yes, I will.”