Abdl Wife Novels & Stories

“Sup, Nikoli. This is my wife, Livie. Join us for a bite?” Nikoli shakes his head. “Wife? That’s a damn shame. How did an asshole such as yourself manage to strike it rich?” Abel distracted me for a moment with his lewd remark. It finally sinks in that Abel labeled me as his wife. Again. Damn I’m slow today. I shoot death glares at him. The bastard has the balls to wink at me. “Guess I’m lucky that way. See you around?” Abel answers as he sets a plate of food in front of me.

She had never touched a camera in her life, and the phone she owned had such poor camera quality that she never took pictures with it! "My wife could not sit back knowing that my reputation was being attacked by some sneaky person. She noticed that whoever this person was, they were trying to suggest to the world that I am a shady man who isn't loyal in relationships. Yet that isn't true. I am married, I will remain loyal to my wife, and I love my wife."

As the man was about to meet Jonathan at his residence, Abravo informed him that the young master Bryan was looking for was taking his wife to the hospital after an accident this morning. "Ah yes, an incident occurred this morning that required my wife to be taken to the hospital." "Then, what is your wife's condition now? Go ahead; I'm waiting in the hospital corridor as Abravo told me," said the man on the other side of the line. There was a note of panic in his tone. Jonathan's eyebrows knitted together in surprise. He had not expected Bryan to move so quickly when he learned that Jonathan's wife was in the middle of a disaster.

On the bed—her bed—sat Sophia Bennett. Her best friend. Sophia leaned comfortably against the pillows, wrapped lazily in silk sheets Elena had personally chosen when she and Adrian moved into the mansion after their wedding. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, and the faint smile on her lips made Elena’s stomach twist painfully. Standing beside the bed was Adrian Kingsley. Her husband. His white shirt was already buttoned, his expression calm and unreadable. He looked more like a CEO handling an inconvenience than a man caught betraying his wife.

Anger surged when he thought of one of his daughters trapped in a marriage with a sadistic monster. Abdul had spotted Sharon in Istanbul when at the tender age of seventeen she’d traveled through Europe on a student holiday. He’d pursued the kid aggressively and hadn’t stopped until she was an indoctrinated wife. They’d climbed up the terrorist watch list after moving from South Sudan to the States three years ago.

She continued with her cooking with joy, and letting the chef help her in the preparation. Astrid was married to the Wade family. One of the most powerful families in Los Angeles, she was like a trophy in the household. She was the beautiful golden madam who flawlessness captured the heart of her employees. Compared to other women, she was tall and built with qualities that every man wanted. However, that was not the same for her husband. He was cold hearted and domineering. Never for once has he paid attention to his wife. Yet, she loved him to the moon and back. There was nothing more joyous than to be married to your childhood crush.

she whined, slightly pushing Lola away. "Who are you? What are you doing.." "Babee…" she called out, Lola followed her eyes to see Adriel walking down the stairs. "Adriel?" He looked at her then removed his gaze from hers and fixed it on the strange lady that just walked in calling her supposed husband babe. "Jadel.." he called with mixed feelings, She looked up at him, chewing on her gum with less poise, she then turned to Lola, looking intently at her. "Who's this babe? Your supposed wife?" She asked, Lola, felt disrespected.

Yet, abruptly, he stood up and exited the bedroom. A few days later… Jia was about to leave the restaurant when she spotted Jacob walking in with a young woman on his arm. Jia recognized her as Laila Peterson. The two were making headlines due to their upcoming wedding plans. As Jacob and Jia locked eyes, he escorted Laila to their reserved table. Observing this, Jia bid farewell to her friends and made her way out of the restaurant to escape. Andrew hadn't shown up yet, and she needed to call him.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

She wouldn't stay locked up just because he said so. "You're my wife! And if you thought this marriage would be a fairy tale just because you decided it, you're wrong, Alice Taylor! Your nightmare begins here. You wanted me as your husband, now you have me. Let's see how you handle all of this." She called her parents to complain about her husband's behavior, considering it an abuse on his part and that she shouldn't have to endure it. However, there was no support from her parents. It wasn't as she had thought; nothing was as she expected it to be.