Amateur Wife Interracial Novels & Stories

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

" I was so furious I nearly rolled my eyes. He wanted to know what donating sperm felt like? What kind of idiotic excuse was that? I took a deep breath and forced down the urge to deal with his stupidity right there and then. At that moment, all I wanted was peace and quiet. "I don't care what your reason was. Deal with this immediately and get them out of my sight." Ryan nodded and was just about to speak when the two women instantly put on pitiful expressions and began their performance. "Ryan, you can't send us away." Martha burst into tears. "We're just country girls. Our family's poor, and life hasn't been easy. "To come to the city, we even sold the dozen chickens we kept back home. Th

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

It's a silent rule cause I don't want them to feel awkward having fans. 'What are you saying? I would love to help, especially if it's a fan of mine. It's like giving back to you for all the support and inspiration you gave me.' what's with this heartfelt statement? I keep my heart beating faster and make myself comfortable at his back. He smelled so good. He opened the door to his apartment. "I'm back." All the conversation started in Hangul but I understand it anyway. "Oh honey, welcome back. Who's that?" I finally see his mystery wife. He never discloses her to the public. She was so pretty in her straight black hair. She probably also just came back from the kitchen with the apron she wa

Dia and Ira came out of the closet holding their stomach as the reaction Karan gave was satisfying for their heart. Farha got down and stood with Dia while Karan's eyes traveled to look at his wife who was wearing a silk night dress with it's robe. He sighed thinking their marriage wasn't a dream but reality till now. "What are you doing here in this attire?", before Karan, Sammy asked with clenched jaw. "Um..", Farha's throat felt dried and her laughter died on looking at his damn serious pissed off face while eye's were getting red.

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

Amara flipped through her menu too but paused when she overheard murmurs from a nearby table where a group of women sat. "Isn't that Louis Newman's wife? Amara, right?" one of them whispered. "Yeah, that’s her. I still can’t believe she went through with the wedding after the whole world saw a video of her husband screwing another woman," a brunette snickered. "Guess what, ladies? I fucked her husband last week," the blonde said, smirking. The other two women gasped. "What?!" the brunette shrieked. "I mean, the guy has probably slept with half the women in Sydney. It’s not that shocking," the other woman shrugged.

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

Her marriage had never been made public, and she had been labeled as someone who stole another woman’s man. Mom let out a small laugh along with a long sigh, as though it was truly nothing more than an old story now. “Yes, those were difficult times, and our journey together was indeed very long.” She let out another long breath. Looking at this incredible woman in front of me, who now looked so happy, I also felt a sense of pride. She truly was amazing. Our conversation flowed naturally. She told me more stories about her relationship with Uncle Dylan, and yes, it really was just like what I had read.