I woke up to the feeling of my husband tighten his grip around my waist. The feeling of his warm hands calmed me down so much. I settled into his arms. Loving the feeling of being in his arms.
My eyes beginning to flutter open. I look up to see my husband. His young, handsome face a few inches away from mine. His long hair was in his face. It was so adorable.
His name is Henry Sanderson, my fifteen year old husband. And I'm fourteen.
Henry opened his eyes and smiled down at me. "Morning love." His voice sounded loving in my ears. The glistening look of his sharp teeth came to my vision. I couldn't help but return the smile. He leaned down and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. A kiss that could have everyone melt.
My name is Clarissa Johnson. And this is the story when I'm the first one to be married at age fourteen.
YOU ARE READING
Married when Fourteen
Teen FictionClarissa was a fourteen year old, straight A student. But she had a deep dark secret. She was married to the most cutest boy in school. Henry Sanderson as her husband. But that wasn't the only thing. He was immortal. And he wanted her to be his Soul...
