Ample Village Wife's Second Life Novels & Stories

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"

“It is alleged that he instructed him to apologize in one minute for eye-fucking his wife, but Jack went and apologized after five minutes. For the next few minutes, he was busy thinking he didn’t know that Chris had already bought the entire empire. I’m not sure what’s going on with him and his wife, since he’s always fucking hookers around daily.” After hearing what Chris did for another woman who was not me, my chest ached. He has never done such a thing to me. Who is the woman he married? How did he manage to forget about me so fast, as if I didn’t exist? My luggage was swiftly packed. I am going back to that house. That house is mine! ~Camila’s POV~ I could tell by the clicks I heard ou

Was the Village supposed to be known each other? Everyone was silence and was starting to feel that there really was reduction in the population of the Village since the thousands years. Yet because of the new generation to come, it was never been acknowledge. Yet, noticeable of all was that most of the men that grow old was, in fact, live life without even saw a single women, all was already connected to destiny by someone else. Even the Pub has to post their beauty with make up, if not, they couldn't be called a beauty anymore. And those was also has a partners in life. So where's the single lady?

Although, most of the villagers are kind still someone might had a bad attention towards their school or the old couple . " Ermm.... if , I'm not mistaken , my third daughter in law , Xu Jia used to study and become a nurse . Before , she got married to my son , she had graduate medical school and become a nurse about half year . But her parents died , her grandparents sold her to us and she got married to my third son . She had to marry because her two younger brother. She quit the work , marry my son and stay in the village since then . I think , it's already seven to eight years. The brothers didn't even care about her even she sacrificed her future for them ." The village chief sighs

"There was a plague of sorts, making its way through my village, and all the healthy people were fleeing. It was total chaos ... there was looting, rape and lots of unspeakable violence. I was gathering some food items to flee with, it was just my son and I. My wife, Mary had died in childbirth with our second, about twelve years prior and despite many offers I did not take another wife. I didn’t even actually fully love my wife, it was an arranged marriage as most were at the time. But she was a good woman, and a good mother. I didn’t want to … replace her I supposed.

He said that she looked good on it, but after just a few days, he had left her. "Venus!" Looking at the absent-minded Venus, Owen’s wife shouted. "Oh, Aunt, I'll go immediately." Venus said. She knew that the man must be fulfilling his promise. This was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Adams Village. She believed that such a prominent person as him would never deceive a weak woman like her. She was glad that her dream would be realized, but she was always a little depressed. She left home and arrived at the village’s office, where the old village chief was stood there, carefully looking at every single piece of the contract with his glasses.

It was the first interaction and it had to be perfect otherwise I could be suspected and I really didn't want that in the first hours since I started the mission. Hello, to you too. My name is Jasmine Blair and yes, I rented the house from Mr. White. The woman approached the fence of the house easily. It was clear that we were neighbors and her to be the kind of resourceful woman who knew everything that was going on around her. Maybe it was convenient to be my friend. Interesting. And what brings you to our humble village? I hope for a professional career and I can say that I need a little peace and relaxation. Oh, you'll find peace here. But professionally, I don't know exactly what you co

Thandi arrived at her village very tired. She was greeted by her family and neighbours who were so excited about her wedding and could not stop ululating. This was what she loved about village life, the whole village celebrated your success because they all played a part in raising you. Everyday married women came to advise her on how to be a good daughter-in-law and how to respect and take care of her husband. She thought some advices were outdated and made her more like a slave than a wife but she appreciated the intent and knew that it came from the right place. These women were like Mothers to her and they wanted her to have a good marriage.

She felt suffocate to be 'just a housewife' and doesn't gain respect from the people in the village even though her husband is a royal knight. To fulfil her greedy heart, on the day her husband died in a war... She seduces the man of Lilacs and marries him without regret... That man is Robert Lilac, the only heir for the family at that time... After their marriage, she thought that her life would be joyous and she would not feel lonely anymore... She would be respected as a noble and would not be looked down. She will receive an endless richness and honour from the whole kingdom and stumps arrogantly at the rubbish old village...

Or maybe impending death had given her some clarity about the true nature of her children, her husband. I set down the fork and watched the flames of our meager fire dance along the remaining logs, stretching out my aching legs beneath the table. I turned to my sisters. As usual, Celina was complaining about the villagers—they had no manners, they had no social graces, they had no idea just how shoddy the fabric of their clothes was, even though they pretended that it was as fine as silk or chiffon. Since we had lost our fortune, their former friends dutifully ignored them, so my sisters paraded about as though the young peasants of the town made up a second-rate social circle.