067 Husband Novels & Stories

The white relief door was pushed open, and William stood against the light, six-pack abs neatly lined up, only wrapped around his waist with a towel, showing off his sturdy buttocks. Teresa quickly sat up, afraid of waking up her son, and then slowly lifted her head to look at him. "I want you," the man said directly without any change in his expression, revealing his desire. After six years of marriage, she knew what he wanted, of course. Every time he wanted to do it, he would say it so straightforwardly, without any romantic or affectionate words. Sex was the most ordinary thing between husband and wife, and she loved him and had no desire to escape it.

I forgot that he was with us. "It looks like you're having fun talking," there was a joke in the tone of his voice. "Don't wish for more Dylan, you'll only get pissed off at Dianna. Is she made to believe too much om his husband's lame reasons?" I slightly elbowed Chelsea. "Is your husband Dave, not coming?" I will ask. "He said he'll just go, there's something important that needs to be finished." "Ah, he's good to be with you. I really can't wait for my husband to finish his pile of work at his job."

That was all her husband said and Bella left his room that night and she’s never been in his room since then. She wasn’t going to pine over some man when she’s being desired by tons. But she was lying, fooling herself because she kept desiring her husband. So who was Gabriel? Gabriel was a wealthy billionaire, sexiest amongst his ton but his flaws? They were so many that his wife, Bella, included the fact that he didn’t crave her sexually or touched her as one of his flaws, the worst of them.

She threw herself at him, hysterical, hitting him with fury and pain. He held her arms and looked at her sadly. “Jimena…” His eyes filled with tears, but they didn’t fall. “I couldn’t help it, I’m very attracted to her, I’m sorry.” Jimena breathed with difficulty; hearing those words from her husband’s mouth was excruciating. She released his hand and slapped him with all her rage, then curled up on the bed, sobbing with all her might.

"Are you sure you want to go down that rabbit hole?" "I have to." I open my laptop and type: Christopher Bell. The name of my so-called husband. Pictures appear. Articles. Some damning, some praising. Christopher Bell, CEO of Bell Energies. "He’s the CEO of Bell Energies?" I exclaim. Michael looks over. "Who?" "Christopher. My... husband." The word tastes bitter. And then—I see him. Tiny. About four years old. Brown hair. Chubby cheeks. "Edward," I whisper.

She initially had walked far ahead, but turned in anger and aimed the loudspeaker at him and Carmen. "Let me explain this for the last time sis. My husband is indeed extremely wealthy, but he's not old. In fact, he's only in his 30s. He's also young, strong and handsome. We'll have our kids after some time. It's just your wishful thinking if you're scheming for my husband's property! Besides, my husband is far better than Daniel in all aspects. I must be blind to have made up with a b*stard, who has been through several nasty relationships! Daniel, you should be more concerned about your sexual disease instead." Sexual disease?!

CHARLOTTE'S POV Six months. It's been six months since I married Owen. Six months filled with laughter, pain, accidents, tears, hospital visits, but most of all… love. Sometimes, I still find it hard to believe that the 'irresponsible workaholic' I once knew is the same wonderful husband I now lay my head on. “Are you feeling okay, hubby?” I asked as I raised my head to look at him and he turned his head to look at me.

But my husband doesn't have a girlfriend. “Jace of course. Jace Williams has a girlfriend!" She replied and i felt the whole blood in me dried up that instant

Hahaha… “You look good together, your husband is so handsome and you are so beautiful, you are a perfect match. I can’t imagine how good looking your children would be.” She continues and smile like she’s happy with what she’s saying, Six and I looked at each other. This guy will be my husband? No way.

Not my Alex, please. "Alex doesn't have a brain tumor, doc. That must be a review of someone else's health, not my husband," How I am so sure of my reply to him is crazy, but there's no way I'm going to believe him, right? I and Alex have been together for over a year before we got married weeks ago. There's no way he would've hidden it from me if he really has a brain tumor, right? "How sure are you, madam? The cancerous cells have spread all over his brain and he..."