Book Ex Wife Novels & Stories

Father Michael read a different scripture and the look of surprise on me and Gabe's face could only be surpassed by Yvonne's. He read a passage from the Book of Sirach 26:1-4, 13-16: Blessed the husband of a good wife, twice-lengthened are his days; A worthy wife brings joy to her husband, peaceful and full is his life. A good wife is a generous gift bestowed upon him who fears the Lord; Be he rich or poor, his heart is content, and a smile is ever on his face. A gracious wife delights her husband,

Thanks alot Mara. Her words left me feeling mixed up but also curious. I walked to the library and looked through the old shelves in the back. One book caught my eye. Its cover looked old and the title talked straight about intimacy in marriage and ways to please a husband. I took it to my private sitting room and sat down with the book open on my lap.

I’ve just released a new book titled “Married to My Father’s Enemy.” It follows Ikkohafina and her dangerously captivating husband—her father’s best friend, turn enemy, now her husband. A forbidden, intense, erotic, slow-burning story filled with tension, desire, spicy bedroom actions, and everything in between. If you loved No Saints, you will definitely love this one. I’ll be attaching a free chapter for you to read and enjoy. If it pulls you in (and I know it will), don’t hesitate to go search for the full book and dive deeper into their story.

As he stormed down the hallway, his feet pounding the floor like a drumbeat, Nathan's momentum sent him crashing into someone, his arms flailing wildly as he struggled to regain balance. The impact sent shockwaves through his body, but it was nothing compared to the seismic jolt that hit him when his eyes looked up, locking onto a face that made his heart nearly skip a beat. Natasha. His ex. ***** Nathan's eyes narrowed with surprise as he gazed at Natasha who was dressed in a Alexander McQueen brown suit, his mind racing with questions. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm here to offer my support, Nathan," she cooed, “And to your sister too. I heard what happened an

"I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife." "Ex-wife," Caleb growls out. The sound is raw, feral, and vibrating with a level of pure hatred I have never heard from him before. "The papers were finalized four years ago, Nancy. You have no right to use that word, and you have no right to be in this city."

This house holds more secrets than its owner lets on. The study was as imposing as the rest of the home—bookshelves that climbed to the ceiling, faint golden light spilling through stained glass windows like the last time I was here. Elijah shut the door behind us with a resounding click, the sound unnervingly final. “Who was that woman?” I blurted, the question escaping before I could reconsider. Elijah raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a faint, almost amused smile. “Beatrice, as you’ve already gathered,” he said, walking to his desk. “She is my wife.”

“You dont fucking know that! I'm your wife. Im your fucking wife. I'm supposed to be your wife. I'm supposed to be your partner. I'm supposed to be there for you guys. But no. You guys didn't come to me. You guys didn't ask me for help. No. You push me away. You run away. You left me alone. And you came to your ex wife, and you guys kissed her. How does that make sense?” Shaking my head at them once more, I turn away from them for a moment before facing them once more. “You guys claim that I have made you guys strong. You guys claim that loving me has made you guys stronger. I think you guys are wrong. I think i was fucking wrong. Loving you guys has not made me stronger. It's made me the pa

I closed the door behind me before I directed my attention towards the room Ezabella and I were sharing. I walked over to the cracked door and looked at her. My wife, my amazing, beautiful wife, was sitting on the bed, the covers pulled up to her waist, and her eyes planted on the book in her hands. My goodness, the love I have for that woman. I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me, pulling her eyes towards me. A small smile stretched her lips as I walked towards her. "Hi." She called out. I kicked my shoes off my feet and slid under the covers next to her, immideately pulling her into my arms.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

“I’ll be here because I want to be here. And you’ll just have to deal with it.” She didn’t comment on my other insinuation. On the other comment I’d made. And I couldn't blame her. I mean, how the hell could she love a man like that? “I feel tired.” “Then get some rest. I’ve got a book I’m reading, and I’ll let you know what the doctor says—if anything—once you wake back up.” I sighed. “What are you reading?” She held up the book in front of my face. “Finding The Spouse You Married.”