067 Husband Novels & Stories

“You think you’ve got everything figured out, don’t you? But let me ask you something. Where’s your wife, Lucas? She left you, didn't she? You're so good at getting everything to work out in your favor, everything falling down before your feet… except your marriage.” The jab hits harder than I expect, but I don’t let it show. I just sit there, listening as he takes his shots. “Unlike you,” he continues, “some of us actually value the sacred bond of marriage. I don’t intend to fail. Julie and I? We’re going to stay married. Right up until death do us part.” I smile. “Let’s hope you live long, then, Mr. O’Brien.” “Are you threatening me?”

I stole a glance at him, and the smirk he gave me promised trouble. And I couldn’t help but think… Maybe my husband's open marriage suggestion wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

He was glad to survive for four days straight. “Well, you’re married to a mafia, so bear with it.” she chuckled while she does some stretching. “Can I just be a normal husband and do office words or maybe cook for you?” he whined as he asked but something suddenly flew his way that almost hit his forehead. Good thing, his reflexes were totally expanded which Verosha smirked at. “Nope, my husband should be promising and remarkable that never failed to fascinate me…” Verosha trailed off and grinned slyly at her husband who was glaring at what she just did. It almost hit him as if her reflexes were not good.

Although her look is totally different, something about her reminds me of Drea. Then she gestures to the man walking up behind her. He’s also tall, about 6’ 3” with black curly hair and warm ochre skin. “This is my husband Silas,” she says with a hint of disdain in her voice. I hope they aren’t fighting and about to make this showing super awkward.

'Her husband is Assistant Brown, after all. ***

And this man was her husband. The Lord of the House of Sorcery and her husband, Lord Soren Sterling Stuart, was a man she worked hard to marry. It was not easy catching the attention of a man, much more a Lord of a House, whose only interests were in books and politics and who had hobbies she could count in one hand. However, during their honeymoon, she realized among those hobbies, his favorite was lovemaking. And he was particularly weak to her when she was naked.

he commented,and my composure shook. What? I invested my six hours on that! Is that what a caring husband should say?!

I intoned. “ Yeah, I've been married to my husband for sixteen years”, the smile was stretching all the more as we finally got to his office, “ here is a photo of us”, he reached for his desk and got a desk frame showing a picture of him and a kind of older looking man. The older looking man was hugging him from the back and they were both looking at the camera, smiling. Really smiling. “ Awwwn, you both are so cute”, I said, putting my hand over my mouth in that signature gay way. I couldn't care less. I was with a comrade. “ And you've been together for sixteen years?” I asked.

I swallowed clutching my purse. "I uh..... I wanted to talk to you about....the incident 6 years ago." My heart was pounding. He finally looked at me getting off his recliner and walked towards me. I unconsciously took a step back. "You're that boy's wife?!" I nodded looking down. He laughed like a mad man making me shiver. "He got married huh? That bastard!" "What do you wanted to know girl?" "I.... I wanted to know if....6 years ago.....he....my husband.....did he really...."

"I have done a double check, and nothing left behind, Hubby." “Good then. Allright. We can leave this place as soon as possible, Wifey. If you want to order something, you can do it now." A man, who has a height of one hundred and ninety-six centimeters tall, made a suggestion, but the bitchy-looking woman immediately shook her head so that this moment made the husband confused, and he suddenly frown.