Anubis Wife Novels & Stories

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

“Legacies require successors.” Elena’s eyes sharpened. “Who are you?” The woman lowered her hood. Not Victor. Not a stranger either. Elena recognized her from old Kingsley galas. Dr. Selene Marrow. Behavioral strategist. Psychological architect. Officially deceased three years ago. “You’re supposed to be dead,” Adrian muttered through comms. Selene smiled faintly. “Death is often administrative.” --- Ethan ran toward Elena as Selene released him without resistance. Elena pulled him close, checking for injuries.

His arms around my waist tightened as I let out a startled gasp. “A predator only hunts when he’s hungry, otherwise, a predator and prey can live peacefully together.” He murmured his lips moving down to my neck placing lingering kisses. My mouth opened as I drew in a sharp breath. I was not immune to their presence, to their touches, every single brush of his fingers on my heated skin was agonisingly cold yet my body warm up unconsciously. I did not know when I started feeling this way when it shouldn’t be affecting me. I should hate them, loathe them, curse for their existence, but this insatiable femininely dark twisted part of me was uncontrollable. “We can have a happy life together, li

Iris huffs. “She is a demi-god herself. The daughter of Hades and this puts her and her children in terrible danger. Persephone is Hades’s wife. She is most jealous and will kill any proof that her husband has been unfaithful. Now to save you for her wrath, Hades tried to block your powers. Clearly, it didn’t work.” “I'm a demi-god?” Sabrina asks. “Yes, you are,” Selene answers directly. “What do you get out of helping her?” Iris asks Selene.

Ambrosio laughed. He was referring to Ikapati and Mapulon, the god of seasons, prized daughter. Every Queen Aswang was connected to her: Princess Anagolay, the daughter of lost things. Anagolay was sacred to the children of the Ikapati Tribe, and the child goddess offered wandering baby aswang and humans alike special protection against Tikbalang hunters and trickster wind spirits. Catarina smiled like a knife, her violet lips, crimson eyes, and bronzy skin shining like a wind chime.

“We came here to ask if your husband has ever had any female relative who has ebony hair that is shoulder length, amber eyes, and is approximately five feet three inches tall. Her skin is very pale, and she—” Thanatos didn't even get to finish his description before the woman interrupted him and said, “We don't have any relatives based on your description.” At this point, Hades participated in the conversation and said, “Name your price.” The woman arched her brow thoughtfully. The unexpected proximity caught her off guard a little bit. Even Thanatos did nothing more than look at Hades and wonder what he could possibly be up to at that moment. “I beg your pardon?” the woman asked.

Another woman who is dressed in something similar to her foster mother's twin chirped from the left side of the Pharaoh and for a moment there, Suhayr forgot about everyone in the room but the woman who looks like her. The woman is none other than the Great Wife, Malak. She is the Pharaoh's second wife after her foster mother's twin and she looks much more finer than the media posted. So many people hate her which is why they posted her ugly photos and seeing her now, Suhayr knew she is beautiful. There is slyness in her sharp small nose, cunning eyes that are winged with eyeliner and her lips thinned in a hideous smile. She is definitely enjoying what is going on and wants to put her co-wif

The doctors and nurses, sensing the tension, quickly made themselves scarce. I watched Rowena, her hand on her cheek, her eyes wide with shock, and felt absolutely no pleasure. Slapping her a thousand times would not bring back the baby I had lost. "You dare to hit me?" Rowena stumbled forward, grabbing Wilson's collar in a frenzy, tears streaming down her face. "Wilson, you hit me for the other woman?" Wilson had been looking away, trying to contain the storm of emotions, but he snapped when she called me the other woman. He caught her hand and shoved her back. "Who are you calling the other woman? Anna is my wife. She was the one I married."

This woman was giving me everything I needed on a silver platter. “Oh would you shut up you whore?” Apophis finally spoke up. “You have never been my wife, we were never married. Your name was never put in the house registry and you could never compare to the woman Vyara is. So why don’t you shut up as there is nothing for you to put in your mouth right now, and nothing needs to come out of it.”

Anubis had sat at one point, just opposite of Busaba. Apis turned off the fire and slid the eggs onto the empty plate on the counter, just next to the frying pan. “Immoral killing for the sake of justice is not evil. Every man should know this, your Boss more than anyone. Do what must be done, Busaba the sister of Chayan, and you will not be held guilty for the previous blatant disrespect that you showed me.” Anubis finished his sentence. Apis placed the plate of fried eggs on the table amongst other food. While doing so, he ground his teeth, his anger flaring for every word Anubis recited.