Abdl Wife Novels & Stories

"I've been dreaming of this moment for three years. Three years I've put up with your sad face, your lack of class, your bland cooking, your empty belly. Oh, forgive me — now it's full?" She laughs cruelly. "You think a child will change anything? Even your baby doesn't deserve to have a wreck like you for a mother." I clench my fists. I want to scream. But I don't even have that left. "Gather your rags and get out. You're finished. You are OUT. Even your husband doesn't want you anymore. He told me last night while he was fucking YOUR SISTER. And you know what? She, at least, doesn't scream like a corpse."

He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”

He scoffed with a wicked smirk on his face "The last time I checked, you were not" "But you didn't divorce me right? Our divorce was only in papers...and please, there's something important I need to-" "I don't want to listen to you woman..and thank you for reminding me this,I've been meaning to do this for the past weeks now" "I, AbdulRasheed Muhammad divorce you three times! I divorce you! I divorce you!! I divorce you!!! Zuwairah Dauda " "What?!!!" "No! No!! You can't Abdul! I'm your wife! Your love!" She shout in tears

“I think they’ve enjoyed enough through these years, it’s time for them to contribute to this family, isn't it?” As soon as the words came out, John’s face turned badly and with serious words, “Stay away from your sister.” “She has a marriage contract with the Walker family, you can’t destroy it!” Clara’s heart sank into the valley when she saw her father protected Betthany without thinking so much. “So, you want to destroy me?” “But I remember that the Walker family was not satisfied, as sister is the daughter of a mistress and planned to break off the marriage.” Once the words were out, Betthany and Ada’s face turned white.

but I thought if this is same than she will surely meet me and introduce herself even I she is my ishu she will definitely not call me everytime sir sir blah blah. I open my eyes and went toward balcony and stand up there. And see it's stars and moon but it's little cloudy and windy even why not it's monsoon season her favourite. I close my eyes there and feel that air that cold breeze so child her innocent face come. I thought my mom is very stubborn if she decided to marry me with someone I know she will but I don't what should I do umm my mind speak up "idea I tell the girl no to this marriage bcoz I love someone else and if you marry Me. I don't give that love you deserve. Which a wife w

Leave it to Abdul, the ever dramatic king who brings life into a dull moment. Only if he knew when last I kissed my so called wife, even though I and Brenda makes out on our meet up days, it can never be like the hot, heated make out session I used to share with Hadiza, gone are the days. Brenda is my hook up girl, more like a spare tyre I use when I am need of it, contextually she's my sex buddy, she is always at my call, anytime and Sunday I call on her. I had to make sure she got on pills to avoid stories that touch the heart. Another pregnant woman is the last thing I need right now. "500 dollars for your thoughts, Bayo." Abdul said aloud, snapping me from the so called thoughts he want

YOU'RE MY WIFE, ABIGAIL... Abigail stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the hem of her soft blue blouse. Her fingers trembled slightly, and she scolded herself for it. It wasn’t the first time she was stepping into a public space as Luke Vandell’s wife, but this was different. Today, he was taking her to the company, his company. And she would be meeting his staff, the people who had known him far longer than she had, the people who likely knew everything about his past… including Obetta.

he growled. "Yeah, I know. I was your wife but now I'm my husband - Abdulrahman's wife. If you really love me as you said, you will let me go because I've let you go. If you really love someone, you will do anything for his or her happiness even if it means you let go" I wrote and mouthed to Abdulrahman "let's go". Abdulrahman carried me out in bridal styles leaving Yusuf who was crouching on the floor crying his bleeding heart out.

Zeenah asked, furrowing her brows in confusion. "Yes," AbdulRasheed nodded, inching closer to Zeenah. "I wasn't her first husband you know." "I remember you saying that." "Well, it turns out her first husband abused her in the worst way possible. I met her at the hospital, and she wasn't in the right state of mind. It seemed like she was beaten, roughly manhandled, and left bleeding to death. She was brought from Kaduna." He paused a little, remembering the tension he had seen on her sister's face as she was brought in, and how he had watched her heal, without saying a word about what had happened to her. Not even after they married and he kept asking had Aliya opened up to what had truly ha