Admirals Monster Wife Novels & Stories

“So, is Black really your last name my dear? Oh well, I guess that’s not important because for now on your family name is Tourmaline, but you’ll be know after today is Adira Demogorgon. She’ll be getting $50,000 a week, she’ll take care of the duties that the role of a wife of a CEO, and will there be preforming as a wife in the bedroom in this as well?” What? Oh shit, I really didn’t think about that. I’m not sure if sleeping with her will be a wise thing for me to do. I already find it hard to keep my emotions to myself just being around her, but I don’t think I can handle if any other guy is to be able to touch her. “No, that won’t be in there, but I refused to have any other guy touching

"Why didn't I think of that? You're working under the Monroe family and you're currently hiding from him, of course he owns this bar as well then why am I bringing you inside?! When did I start losing my mind?" "Can you please shut your mouth for a while? I don't want to get caught or he would definitely squeeze me to death until I confess who took his heiress away!" Ashley warned Kim seriously. "Heiress?" Kim's interest was triggered again hence she asked but this time, her voice was as soft as a whisper. "You mean to say that, that woman in the island, Mr. Adams' wife has become Ben Monroe's heiress?" There was a hint of disbelief lacing on her words and it make Ashley somehow irritated.

"The name's Adriel Alvarez and my wife Lola Alvarez'' He replied, for the first time she felt important, although this was just going to last a while and then they were going to go their separate ways Aside from this bad news, somehow she found herself smiling admiring the couples in front of her, she instantly wished for a good marriage and a wonderful man as her husband. The couples looked extremely happy with their partners, she and Adriel rather were the odd ones out of this gathering. "So we're going to play truth or dare game and whoever backs out would have to do what we desire them to do. Beware, it's gonna be spicy" Monica explained and then she spun the bottle which pointed at Adri

Aldric said softly, staring at my lips as his lips slowly came down just when he was about to claim my lips… “What the fuck are you doing to my wife?” I gasped, wife? I turned to see Adrian fuming as he stared dangerously at Aldric. Shit, I thought he was in a business trip, what was he doing here now?

“There’s something about your wife. Something you need to see.” He froze, eyebrows drawing together. “What… what do you mean?” “I can’t explain over the phone,” she said. “Turn on the TV. The story is on. You’ll understand.” Adrien’s jaw tightened. He hung up, silent for a moment, then reached for the remote. I moved closer, my pulse picking up. “What is it?” I asked quietly, but he didn’t answer. The television clicked on, the channel switching, and then the headline hit the screen: “Vale Wife Seen Dancing Loosely in Club with Men.”

He said in a serious but soft voice. “We are always together. And we don’t have a problem.” I persisted. “Really? Then why are you becoming distant and cold?” He asked. “I'm always like this. I'm named in our campus as Mara the Ice Princess remember? So its just normal.” “That's how they named you. But not me. For me, you are the sweetest and the most beautiful wife. And I really miss my wife.” He said kind of frustrated. “Hon please believe. There’s no truth in dad’a accusation.”

“You think you can just slide into his space, take what belongs to the Chika Whitmore line, and play the loyal pet?” Driscoll’s voice was a low growl, vibrating with pure werewolf malice as he cornered Malik Arden by the heavy oak doors. “That seat was reserved for the true mate of the Dominion’s heir, not a scavenging stray looking for scraps from Lucien’s plate.”

And then, months later, a report marked: “Subject relocated. Do not contact.” Her mother hadn’t died. She had been erased. Zara pressed a shaking hand to her lips. “Why, Dad?” she whispered. “What did you do to her?” Behind her, the door creaked. Her brother — Adrian — leaned against the doorway, his eyes dark, tired, knowing. “Now you see it too,” he said softly. “He didn’t just build an empire, Zara. He built a machine. One that eats anyone who threatens him. Including his own wife.”

The cool breeze swept gently across the wide balcony, brushing through Crystal’s soft curls as she sat beside Adrian, their fingers loosely interlocked on the armrest between them. Morning sun filtered through the trees, casting warm golden light over the terrace, where a simple breakfast tray lay half-touched. Adrian leaned back, eyes sparkling with pride as he turned to her. “You know,” he began, his voice smooth with admiration, “I’ve been trying to find the right words all morning, but I think I’ll just say it as it is, my wife is the CEO of Real Estate Management, United States. The whole world saw it last night. And I still can’t get over it.”

She lifted her head and as her eyes met mine, my heart skipped a beat. "This one will do," I managed to say, staring straight into her eyes. A broad smile parted her lips, and she nodded her head in response. That was the first time we were that close, but the fact that she was drunk made me sad. "Come on, bottoms up," She said, while I nursed my drink. "I married a monster," She began to say after about four seconds of silence. "But the food thing about it is that it'll last for just three years," she said, gesturing with her fingers.