A Wife And Mother Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

“I am going nowhere. This is my room as much as it is yours. I am your wife.” There was some kind of amusement in his eyes as he stared intently at me. Just then, he cackled. “You do have a wild imagination, lady. You were my wife by force, not choice. To think you really took the title to heart. I don’t think I have ever come across someone as trashy as you are. Being rejected many times still doesn’t stop you. Now I understand why you and your mother are so miserable. You will never get anyone to want you as you desire.”

Before tossing my wife's jacket in the wash, I checked the pockets and found a bill for maintenance fees. The address was for the apartment directly above ours. My wife, Teresa Payne, was listed as the owner. I stood there gripping the bill, my fingers going cold. For the past six months, she always seemed to be working late, often not coming home until well after dark. More than once, I noticed her car in the garage long after she left for work. Whenever I asked, she would say, "Gas is so expensive now. It's easier to just take the subway. Besides, it saves us a little money." I actually appreciated her watching our spending. Now, it all made sense. On those nights she claimed to be

My wife, Linda Bennett, and I spend six years saving for our first home. Just when we finally have enough, her brother, Howard Bennett, suddenly falls seriously ill, and every dollar in our savings disappears into his medical bills. I don't blame her. I tell her we'll start over. To help cover the expenses, I even drive Uber after work, taking late-night shifts and going six months without buying myself so much as a new shirt. Then my business suddenly takes off. I rush home, excited to tell Linda how much money I've made, but before I open the door, I hear her talking to Howard inside. "You got the house?" "Yep! Thanks to the money you gave me, I had enough to buy it outright." Lin

he murmured. “I’m burning,” I whispered back. He dipped lower. “I told you these people are thieves! It was just increased to 0.8, now it’s 1.2!” my mother screamed from downstairs. We froze. For one long, humiliating second, we just stared at each other, half-naked, flushed, breathless. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “Is that… your mom?” I buried my face in his chest, mortified. “Yes she's your wife. Don’t laugh.”

My mother took my wife; my drunk, drug-addicted mother who blamed the Moretti family for killing my sister, took my wife and is doing fuck knows what to her. “WHERE THE FUCK IS MY WIFE?”

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

I replied, drinking my juice. “Wow, Suzy. Do you want him to get down on his knees and beg for sex? The guy gave you a house and is always here claiming he wants to keep up with his daughter's growth. This is all just a subterfuge for him. He's just using this as an excuse to run away from his wife, that annoying bitch and if he comes here, it must be because this is the only place he can have peace,” she told her fanfic and laughed mockingly. “That poor man, he must have not been fucked for so long. You know what these upper-class bitches are like and the absurd rules they make up during pregnancy; I’m sure his wife hasn’t released her pussy to him for a good few months now.”

I’d ask Chris about it later. “Is James running late sweetheart?” my mother questioned, not skipping a beat before turning to the friend that she was speaking to prior to our arrival. “My daughter is married to the James Wood.” “He’s such a lovely young man. So much potential for being under twenty-five. I think it’s amazing that the two of you put aside family quarrels for love,” her friend, whose name I couldn’t remember, gushed. If only you knew the truth. “They’re trying for a little babe. We’re all so excited,” my mother’s eyes lit up and I swear I could see dollar signs.

Polinel doubles up with a guffaw, waving the gun in the air as if it’s a flag. Then she rises to her feet. “It’s funny, isn’t it, mother—that your favorite daughter is eager to see you dead?” She queries mockingly. “How very pitiful. Do you know I’ve always envied you, Mellow…?” Right, that’s a small and subtle step to knowing her weak point. “…Mother always saw you as the best of us both. She wanted you to take over the factory instead of me. I remember how desperate I was to show her that I could actually beat you and be the best, yet she wouldn’t buy any of that. How fervent she was to hold on to her little girl who went ahead to marry her fantasy husband, ignoring me who was right next t

I relented, delving into her eyes. "Isn't it enough that you've been acting like this to your family?" my mother smiled bitterly. "I know it's your wife, but haven't you considered that maybe she ran away from home because she realized she was infertile?" my mother retorted. "Mom, don't provoke me any more. My wife disappeared and—"