Annoying Husbands Novels & Stories

Somehow Ehi had begun to hate her husband. Every single thing about him grated on her nerves: the way he smelled, the way he looked, the way he smiled like a fool whenever he drank beer. Even the word "babe" slipping out of his mouth made her stomach churn, and his incessant snoring at night was enough to make her want to smother him with a pillow. After five years of marriage, he had become a walking irritation, a lifeless shell that reminded her of someone plucked from The Walking Dead.

she yelled angrily as he put away the photos. "I don't know! You suddenly became so annoying. Want to know the truth? The only thing I want is her, to touch her. That feeling of frustration consumes me all the time. You knew I loved her, but you were happy because my father disapproved of her. I was just an obedient dog." "You used to say you loved me..." "I know!" he asserted angrily, "but I can't deal with the frustration." "And how do I deal with the frustration of my husband not touching me or even kissing me?"

It was weird seeing them with their husbands and boyfriends and as I was introduced I was amused at some of the things that went through my mind. "I know how big your cock is." "I know something you don't know. I know your wife was on somebody else's back seat on Tuesday." I was surprised to see Anna there alone. Although I'd never heard a word from her about her husband she was wearing wedding rings. When I asked her where he was she gave a short bark of a laugh. "The asshole left me three years ago for a young bimbo he worked with. I keep the rings to remind me that all men are assholes and can't be trusted. Look at you. Your hubby is in New York fucking his secretary; the guys that the gi

he laughed. I cleared my throat. Annoyed at him. “You are annoying,” I grumpily muttered. “Where’s the kids?” I change the topic. “Change topic, e!” He blurted, knows it better that I would change the topic. “But seriously, wife… you made me crazy and satisfy me.” “Seriously, Calix. Where’s the kids?” I hissed at him. He was so being mean against to me and I hate him for that. He was so annoying. Damn him!

There's lots of annoying things about this wedding. This strapless lacy wedding gown that's sucking the air out of me. These stupid silver heels that I have to walk around in. Faking smiles for strangers. These are among the little things that make me want to skin myself alive. But the most annoying part is every time someone asks me where the fùck my husband is. It's been about twenty minutes since he just vanished. In those twenty minutes, I'm sure that I've gotten twenty thousand questions about his whereabouts.

Her expression tightened. "He didn’t hear what I said, did he?" Stella thought. “Who’s annoying?” Marvin asked again as he sat next to Stella. Seeing Marvin’s casual expression made Stella think he hadn’t overheard her earlier. She replied, “No one.” Marvin folded his arms under his chest and said, “I clearly heard you say that your husband is annoying. And that husband is me! So, obviously, I’m the one who’s annoying, right?” “Good, you understand. I don’t have to repeat myself,” Stella replied. She stood up, intending to go to the bathroom to freshen up.

He didn't want to add any more days to the schedule. Sara, noticing her husband's behavior. She understood that he was a little nervous, so she told him. Relax, honey, I don't feel angry or embarrassed. It's just that I'm surprised at how brazen you can be at inappropriate times. And although, sometimes you make me, laugh, sometimes you make me, want to kill you. But then, I remember that you're my husband, and it goes away.

"If you don't mind, maybe you could help me come up with a punishment for my annoying husband." Then, I heard Amber choke on her drink. Oh, God… so they still couldn't believe that Chris was my husband?

That touch had been nothing but comfort. I wasn’t the one who used to cheat on this marriage. “My wife is still working…” I was focused on my tasks when an annoyingly handsome man decided to become an uninvited distraction. Or... the kind of distraction I, actually, needed. “I guess she’s too busy to look at me,” he added from behind my desk. “The husband was being an asshole,” I replied flatly, not looking up, “which is why the wife was distracting herself before she choked him to death.”

“How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?” “That’s none of your business…” “Either way,” Arlington interrupted, his eyes never leaving me. “You’ve been married three years and no children. So, either you weren’t performing your husbandly duties or you have fertility issues. Three years is a long time without planting a seed, isn’t it?” “Remarkably long,” Adam chimed, shaking his head. “You two might think you know me, my relationship with Alice,” I stated, crossing my arms. “But you know nothing. That child is mine and nothing is going to stop me from being a father. Especially not my pathetic friend or my wife’s secret admirer.”