Young Wife Novels & Stories

Let’s face it, how often these days do you see a knockout 39-year-old woman who is 5'2", 110 lbs., brunette, with absolutely perfect legs, a perfect ass, and an unbelievably beautiful smile? Now, when I say a younger fellow, I mean my wife was 39, and this young man was 22 at the time. She’s not the type to take advantage of kindness, and actually, he’s not the type who even realizes he’s going overboard for her. But it was so very obvious—he was always trying to please her in everything he did.

Mom was sitting on the edge of her bed, fanning herself with a folded newspaper by the light of a single candle. “Drink this, Mom,” I said, handing her the glass. She took it hesitantly. “Is this from the old well? It’s... so cold, Youngie.” “It's from the deep aquifer,” I said softly, sitting beside her. “Drink all of it.” She lifted the glass to her lips and drank.

When she wanted to find Bright Ye , old lady Wendor stopped her. "Mary Ye , don’t you really want to stay?" Old lady Yu looked at her sincerely. Yuri just looked at Mary Ye, her hair is black and straight, with general appearance, but dressed up by a famous brand, she really looked like a white beauty. "No." Mary Ye refused without hesitation. The scornful sneer in her heart was almost shown on her face. How stupid she is to drop a life of glory and wealth, but to suffer in this poor place in the backcountry?

The younger one, probably a teenager looked at the reflection in the mirror as the bride's tear shone in her eye, and mesmerized she opened her mouth in awe at the beauty. " She is still beautiful ". Said the teenager unable to control the fondness. To the little girl, even the bride's cry looked beautiful as her face shone in sadness adding that red glow to her face but that only fascinated the young girl along with others. But others weren't blunt like her. The elderly woman elbowed her and motioned her to keep quiet as the teenager pouted at her warning and looked at the bride when the tear fell. The teenager sighed dreamily looking at her eyes.

There was so much to apologize and so much time has passed. “Did you miss me?” “Yes, Teacher Hya.” The kids answered in unison. After finding out who she is even when her past memories have not come back yet, it was weird to hear the name Hyacinth. She loved being Hyacinth. In fact, her life was a dream. She had a loving husband, a precious son, and this work. Every day, she would find herself thanking the heavens for the life she had, because it felt like a gift. Something that wasn’t hers but was temporarily handed out.

Nwife said with a regretful tone. "You are not, Nwife. She is your woman. She was made for you," Ure muttered. "You think so?" "Yes" "Then why is she not feeling this way?" Nwife asked. "I think she is pretending, probably she thinks we are getting married" Ure whispered. "Did you talk to her?" Nwife said loudly and sat upright. "Calm down, please," Ure said in a lower tone. "She turned eighteen today. I saw her outside and we had a little chat. I noticed she feels the same way but....you know she has a brave heart?"

The woman being in her late fifties, she had a few wrinkles on her face, but it was obvious that she took a good care of herself. “Don’t worry Yildiz, you’ll be the first one to be informed when Kiara is due” I winked before getting up and walking toward my wife who seemed to be enjoying the show of me being stuck with her family members. She smiled when she saw me approach her before standing on her toes to wrap her arms around my neck as I wrapped mine around her waist and leaned to her lips, kissing her softly, claiming her as my own in front of everyone who was watching.

"Sam-seok, you brute. You have the strength of an ox, so escort the lady safely. I shall be attending the academy today." The cowardly scholar spat out those careless words. He was entirely ignorant that this single command would tear open the prelude to a suffocating pleasure, dragging the Twin Islands into an abyss of absolute ruin. In the middle of the rocking skiff sat a woman, elegantly perched upon a luxurious silk mattress. She was In-young, the lawful wife of the hollow Scholar Park. Twenty-eight years old, she was at the peak of her bloom. She was so ripe that a mere touch could draw sweet moisture from her flesh.

She smiles at me; she looks so happy and Der looks happy that his wife is happy. The door opens; a woman who looks in her early 20’s comes into sight, Sheila rushes over to the lady and wraps her in a hug, “how are you?” Sheila asks as she examines the young woman’s face. “Mum stop fussing” the lady says playfully, Sherry slaps her across the arm.

At that moment as well, I saw that Mr Ferrell is also fighting together with my mom and dad. I was then about to shoot another enemy when I heard Trever called out to my attention. “Cypher your wife!” that is what he said which made me immediately turn my head to look for my wife and there I saw here in the middle of the altar. She is already lifeless a while ago but she is even more lifeless now, but there is something that is notable from her, and that is the fact that her cheeks are bleeding right now and she even has a wound on her shoulders and the blood is dripping on her wedding dress.