A Wife And A Mother Game Novels & Stories

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

I only have this game for women too when I found them close to me and end up betraying me. My dear wife's case was for the fact that she dared to run away from me. I didn't give a fuck's ass about her but I did need her. I needed her for my ambitions and my dad knew how to play a game well. If my dad wanted an heir then I was going to give him just that inorder to claim what was rightfully mine.

Mom shook her head slightly as she placed her hands over mine around her waist as she whispered back, "Never." The other woman then suggested we play the game "tease." Mom and I asked how the game was played. The other woman smiled and explained, "Each coupled person takes turns teasing their lover. The rules are no actual penetration, masturbating, or letting the other couple and anyone else in the vicinity see what each partner is doing or saying to the other."

"Yeah, but you are legally my wife as well. And wife trumps all." |||||

his mother said coldly, not even looking at me. She spoke as if she were giving orders to an employee. I stared at her stern, unsmiling face. "That won't be possible, Mother," Cade said firmly. "The woman you just dismissed as unimportant is my wife," he declared. I saw both women's mouths drop open in complete shock. And just like that, my role as the perfect, loving wife officially began

"Oh, spare me your sudden chivalry, Graham. You’ve spent years complaining about that woman. You’ve called her worse yourself! So what is this? Why are you suddenly acting like she’s some prize you can’t live without?" I clenched my fists, my knuckles aching from the earlier destruction, the blood still crusted on my skin. "Because she is," I snapped, my voice raw, my control slipping. "She’s my wife. And I’m bringing her back." My mother’s face twisted in disgust. "You’re delusional." She took another step closer, her voice dropping to a venomous hiss. "You should be grateful she left by herself. Don’t you notice how fresher the air is? How lighter everything feels without her dragging you

Mark didn’t want to play games, so he went back to their bedroom to join his wife. He held his wife in his arms. He was thinking about his mother. She was very beautiful; he was the replica of his mother, even the smile. Did his mother choose him over his Dad? He would never allow his wife to choose their babies over him; he would gladly join her at the pearly gates. He looked at his beautiful wife tenderly, he loved her so much, and nothing would separate them, not even death. Victoria opened her eyes; she met her husband’s loving eyes. She touched his face and asked with concern, “Baby, are you alright?”

Laura also didn't know what she could do to increase that. When in doubt, do what you can. Win the small battles and break the big battles down to conquer the hill. That has always been the Dirt Queen's life motto. It has never failed her before and it wouldn't fail her now either. "Let's start with cleaning, this place is a pigsty!" she decided. Although Laura's understanding of XP sharing was slightly wrong, the system did not correct her. Sharing XP only meant that while she levelled up a wife skill, half the XP will go to the wife skill and the remaining half will be shared among the rest of her purchased skills evenly. The system was also smart. It didn't want to let Laura get away with

"Tristin, it seems this illness hasn't cured your temper! If you're going to be this ungrateful, you don't need to be in this hospital. I'm taking you home, so I can teach you how to behave." She turned to go handle the discharge papers. I sneered. "Lily, you aren't even my wife. What right do you have to discharge me?" Lily froze. She looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "Are you playing hard to get? If I'm not your wife, who is? Who else would ever want to be with a deadbeat like you?" As soon as she said that, a firm female voice echoed from the doorway. "That would be me. I'm his wife."

Her daughter Kira’s voice rang out as she intertwined their hands trying to calm her down. “How can i calm down, this witch infuriates me so much that I just want to slap her.” She said clenching her teeth. Her hand holding on tight to the knife that’s suppose to cut through the bread. Kira looks at her mum and shakes her head. She never understood the drama between her mother and Aunty Roma. She focuses on eating her food. -- Walking into the room, Roma was informed by the maid that her husband left the office. ‘ Thank you’ she said to the maid who in turn bowed down in courtesy before leaving.