Beloved Husband Novels & Stories

It felt like life was teaching me the true meaning of being husband and wife, and I felt so thankful that I had Bradon as my husband. Just as his presence gave me comfort, I wanted to be there for him every step of the way. I wanted to be his supporter, his advisor, his biggest fan, as well as his wife. In return, he became more than just my husband and also became a very trusted companion that I valued above all else.

Maxwell, my husband, who supposedly loved me to death and the man I had given my whole heart to, now belonged to the past. We would never meet again.

He knew he had me trapped. “My husband, Conrad, is a man who has always been devoted to the things and people he values most. I am his wife, and his treasure. ”I paused, forcing my lips to curve into the kind of composed, pleasant smile I had mastered over the years. “His life has always revolved around one person and one person only. It’s clear to anyone who knows him that he pours his energy and passion into protecting what he values most in the world.”

And this man was her husband. The Lord of the House of Sorcery and her husband, Lord Soren Sterling Stuart, was a man she worked hard to marry. It was not easy catching the attention of a man, much more a Lord of a House, whose only interests were in books and politics and who had hobbies she could count in one hand. However, during their honeymoon, she realized among those hobbies, his favorite was lovemaking. And he was particularly weak to her when she was naked.

I entered and saw him seated already with his back facing me. ‘How may I help you?’ I asked, making him turn his back at me. He still looked scary as always. He looked so intimidating and scary. Someone who did not know him would think he had once served in the military. He looked at me with a demeaning look. I saw a slight hint of disappointment in his eyes and disapproval. ‘I heard your wife is not staying under the same roof with you right now’ he said. Of course he knew, he always stalked everything I did, and now he is stalking my marriage. I expected nothing less.

he exclaims “It’s all I want, besides waking up next to you every morning. “ “I…” I exhale heavily, “The timing is really bad.” “Why?” “Because… I don't know. It’s too soon, and the company is still so new, and…” I run my hands in my hair, almost too forcefully and Dominic wraps his arms around my wrists. “Violet, look at me. “ I do and he says. “I love you. I have loved you all my life and I am the happiest person to be your husband. You are making me twice as happy now that we will be parents. There's no better timing for this. Any moment is great timing because I want us to have kids. “

"And I'll find a way." I blinked and stood up straighter, shaking my head. "That isn't possible, you have to give up on me, I'm off the market now." I walked away, but not before noticing the hurt expression flitting across Xavier's features. I didn't know what to do or say, deciding to be more miserable,I walked back outside. "What took you so long?" My husband asked immediately . He sounded irritated and annoyed.

I sighed at his words. Lord, why did you bless me with such a loving and caring husband like Kane Colten? This question often echoed in the depths of my soul, leaving me overwhelmed with gratitude each time I pondered it. With every passing moment, our bond seemed to strengthen, our love deepening like the roots of an ancient tree, firmly planted in the soil of our shared experiences.

It was the contraceptive my husband, Damien, insisted I take whenever he makes love to me and most of the time, I take these pills daily. Damien. My husband, my mate, my Alpha. The man the Moon Goddess herself had chosen for me. He was everything a woman could dream of; strong, protective, and devastatingly handsome. With his storm-gray eyes and jet-black hair, he commanded attention effortlessly. He had a way of making me feel cherished, adored even. Every time he looked at me, it was like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I have spent two years with him in this marriage.

Now, here I was, heart lodged in my throat, terrified for the man whose emotional absence had nearly broken me. *Please be okay, Khalid. Please.* The image of him collapsing in our living room replayed relentlessly: the way his powerful frame had crumpled like paper, the tablet clattering, his face draining of color. Despite everything—the late nights, Natasha’s name on his lips, the hidden medication, the slow erosion of our marriage—I couldn’t stop the wave of terror. This was the husband I had once loved with every fiber of my being. The man who had swept me off my feet at that charity gala four years ago with his intensity and promises.