067 Husband Novels & Stories

So cute "Couldn't take my eyes off you" he said to her, breaking the kiss. "I watched you too from here" she said and smiled "Hey Violet. Ella meet my husband Roland" "Husband?" Ella and I shouted. The couple chuckled "Yeah" she said and waved her ring to us. I never even noticed she was wearing one. "You guys are..I mean..how old are you?" I was concerned. How could they be comfortable. They really look in love though, so I can't blame them.

“This is the reason I’m telling you to make your marriage work out, Diana he’s your husband, your man.” “Don’t you get it, Harmony, I’ve lost even before starting you said he’s my man and husband, which husband had sex with his wife on their wedding night and gave her pills the next morning, telling her it was a mistake, and he wouldn’t have touched me if he wasn’t drugged and since then, he hasn’t touched me.

"I checked your shift—no night duty. Can you clock out? Just picked up some fresh Boston lobster. Gonna cook it for you tonight." The second his lips touched me, my skin crawled. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but now my stomach twisted and my chest felt tight. I stood, brushed him off, voice tight. "Wait outside." As I shrugged off my lab coat, Emma, the new intern, sipped her milk tea and muttered, "Dr. Zander, your husband treats you so well. I hope I find someone like that someday." I paused, then turned. "Don't count on it. Rely on yourself. Love and guys? Just bonus points in life."

"Are you into threesomes?" My soon to be husband asked me on our first date. I was mid-way through my cocktail and it immediately went down the wrong pipe. I broke into a cough, scrambling for anything to relief the choking. I didn't know which was worse, the question or the fact that I would be marrying a man I just met, in three days. The bastard sat across from me in his tailored suit, one leg crossed over the other, unmoving. He had his elbow on the table between us and his temple leaning against his index finger while his ice blue eyes stared into my soul.

And now he was my husband. ____ A. Gupta

This came at the worst possible timing. Not when I just found out that my scumbag of a husband has been cheating on me throughout our marriage. Mike Henderson was the perfect husband on paper. He was the alpha of our state, and he also was a multimillionaire and incredibly handsome. Everyone says that his wife would be incredibly lucky to have a husband like him. If only they knew the amount of pain I had been subjected to for the past six years of being married to him. “Look! Mike Henderson!” The girl beside me gushed. My heart dropped at the mention of my husband— almost ex-husband’s name. I raised my head to see what they were looking at and I saw his face on the television with a broad s

he replied nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just asked the most ridiculous thing in the world. “Well, there is a problem, Mike," I retorted, folding my arms. "My husband was here barely an hour ago. Didn’t you see? Perhaps you were too busy celebrating your big win, and you didn’t notice. But Liam Ross is my husband, and he clearly stated that in front of everyone." His face darkened for a moment before he started laughing. "Ava, I'm not naive, nor am I a fool. I know very well that he’s your husband. But what proof is there that he treats you well?"

It was the contraceptive my husband, Damien, insisted I take whenever he makes love to me and most of the time, I take these pills daily. Damien. My husband, my mate, my Alpha. The man the Moon Goddess herself had chosen for me. He was everything a woman could dream of; strong, protective, and devastatingly handsome. With his storm-gray eyes and jet-black hair, he commanded attention effortlessly. He had a way of making me feel cherished, adored even. Every time he looked at me, it was like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I have spent two years with him in this marriage.

Not for the first time in my life, I turned my face into my pillow and wept, the pleasure of my orgasm washing away just as quickly as it had come. I didn’t hear the door open, but I felt my husband’s presence in the room. I snapped my head up from the bed to stare at him through wet eyes. He only had on a towel knotted around his waist. Lachlan Mallory, my husband was a stunning man. I could still remember my elation when he had asked me to marry him. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world and I had been the envy of all my friends back then. My husband was over six feet tall with a full head of dark brown hair that was at the moment sexily mussed up from our bed activities. He had inten