Tag Del Novio の小説・ストーリー

“Just tell me what the enemy camp is doing right now. What’s Maricar’s strategy?” “Well…” Kate says reluctantly “… Maricar’s Vice Prez is this good-looking transferee named Christian. They’ve sort of made a couple name, Maritian, and are acting in front of the cameras like they’re together IRL. Everybody’s calling them the power couple.” “See! QED,” Lor says triumphantly. She starts singing: “Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream… if you see your OTP, don’t forget to scream!” “That’s not helping,” Kate says in a panicky voice.

Little did she know that her husband and Dimas were now staring fiercely at each other. Unlike Lily who was very scared now. Keenan was enjoying the music. Breathing in the scent of lily flowers according to his wife's name. I don't know how long they were in such proximity until the romantic atmosphere stopped. "Can anyone dance Tango? You'll get a classic ring from the Tiffany & Co. collection." Everyone was instantly silent. "This is a special consolation prize from the happy couple. It will be delivered two days after the event ends. How about it? Anyone interested?"

My hand automatically covered my mouth when he opened it and a yellow gold heart design diamond ring shone not only in my eyes but for everyone who watches us. "Sweetheart, will you allow me to be your date on every valentines day every year? Will you allow me to be your partner, your lover and your husband every day to forever? Sophia Yzabelle Del Mundo, will you marry me again? This time is for real... will you be my wife---hpp!" Guess what?

Laughter cut through the tension, and even Star had to wipe her eyes from laughing so hard, holding one of her babies while her husband held the other on his lap. Jennifer, the Southern belle, held Marco’s arm tightly. Her smile never wavered, but Marco’s eyes remained on the altar a beat too long. His heart tugged with a familiar ache, an ache he’d learned to live with. He wasn’t hers anymore. He never would be again. He knew that now. At the alter, when the time for the vows came, Adamo unfolded a soft cream-colored note from his pocket. His voice was steady and warm as he read:

Nadia's shocking revelation of love, legacy, and lavish wedding plans. . Sonu's eyes, already alight with affection, now sparkled with an unbridled joy that seemed to radiate from him. He embraced Nadia even tighter, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. "And you possess me, Nadia," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, husky with the depth of his feelings. "You are mine and only mine, in every way that matters, for all time. My heart, my future, my very being – it all belongs to you. There's no one else, and there never will be."

everyone laughed "take you, Kino Sancho, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." they both smiled as a seminarian came again holding a pillow and there was their ring

“I’m betting some other girls on the Point will think he’s wonderful.” Marilyn nods. “That might work. I don’t think Howling Point can afford paying to relocate the guy back home. But maybe we can find him another match.” Mi teléfono vibra con un mensaje, sobresaltándome. Lo saco del bolso y veo una notificación que dice: «Novio Veintiuno es un nombre horrible, de un número desconocido». Jadeo, y el teléfono resuena en la mesa de centro cuando lo dejo caer como una patata caliente.

Michelle had arrived. She wore a red evening gown and a soft, calm smile as she walked into the hall with effortless grace. Michelle's figure was delicate, her skin pale and smooth, like an angel who didn't quite belong in this world. While everyone stared at her in awe, I snapped back to attention, smiled gently, and announced with a loud voice, "Everyone, my bride will be Michelle Cooper, the CEO of Cooper Corporations!"

“A pre-wedding present. It’s my book, I signed it myself and personalized it just for you, Delilah.” Delilah took it delicately. The cover read Guilty Pleasure in gold embossed lettering. “Thank you. That’s… thoughtful of you.” “When is the wedding?” Emilia asked, sipping her champagne while her eyes slipped to eye Delilah’s cleavage with envy. “Silver is really impatient, you know.” “Hmm.” “We’re making plans for the next two weeks.” “Hmm. A shotgun wedding.”

“You’re going to clean yourself up and get dressed. We’re going out.” Noel looked at Matteo like he’d lost his mind. “Excuse me?” Matteo stood by the door, arms folded, sunglasses still resting on his head, completely unfazed. “You heard me.” “No. I’m not going anywhere with you.” “You are,” Matteo said smoothly. “No arguments. No whining. And definitely no fake tears this time.” “I’m not your fucking doll,” Noel spat. Matteo grinned. “No, you’re my fiancé. And fiancés come when they’re told.”