Book For My Wife Novels & Stories

Nina chuckled. That was when I saw it. The slim volume lying open beside her glass. The cover was soft cream with gold lettering. My own book. The one I had written last year in the flush of newlywed certainty. *Goddamn it! You Are My Ideal Man.* I read it loud...... My hands moved without permission. I picked it up, holding my breath, and open the dedication page. *For my forever loyal husband.* Then the first chapter. The words I had written with such certainty blurred as fresh tears fell down my cheek….

I tell her, pulling a book from the shelf. "That's okay," she says with a slight chuckle. "I'm still trying to be the single orgasmic woman." "Okaaaay," I say slowly, wondering if she expects me to comment on that. "There are different types of books depending on whether it's for you or your partner," I explain, noticing her wedding band for the first time. "For your partner, I have a popular one called She Comes First: The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman."

She cursed herself and her body, for being so stupid and for reacting the way they did to his touch, not after the way he had abandoned her many years ago, and just when she thought she was back from the past and had moved on with her life he just appeared from nowhere. It has been over six years since James left her with his baby growing in her womb. Catherine has to work hard to care for herself and the baby she now nurses in her stomach. If only she could reverse the hand of the time, but then again she was left with a wonderful gift life can offer the gift of a son, She smiles to herself. Ellis her son, was the only source of her joy, her strength, and her pride. He has been her source o

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

Amanda chuckled, she was forced to follow her husband's wishes, but the man's request made Amanda have no intention of continuing any pictures, she chose to move to pick up a thick book that she had not finished reading. The position of the iPad did not shift or move away from its place, it remained there, and Amanda positioned herself so that Oriaga could see his wife's activities. "What book are you going to read, huh?" Oriaga asked. "I hope you're not reading a book called 'Being the Most Woman—" "A Japanese novel." Amanda pointed to the book. "You can see the title and the author's name, right?" "Hm. Yes, please stop reading a book called 'Being the Happiest Woman', don't read it."

" What is this?" " I believe you are capable of reading " The old woman was very sassy sometimes. " With everything that is going on, I thought that this book was exactly what you needed. If you followed the things written down here I assure you that you would have smoother sailing in your marriage" " I don't think this kind of book is what I need at the moment " Kira couldn't even look at the book straight without blushing. She wondered where the hell Agatha had dug this thing from, the cover itself was scary not to talk of the content

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

"You've got a week to prepare. Report to HQ next Wednesday." "Thank you, Mr. Fuller." I thanked him and left. By the time I got home, it was already 12:00 pm. As I looked at the empty room, my heart ached. When we first got married, Emma and I used to rush home for lunch together every day. But since Keegan joined her company, she'd often make up excuses not to come home. I tried to be understanding and took nutritious meals to her office. But when I got there, I saw her sitting next to Keegan, laughing and sharing a lunchbox.

My heart pounded so hard in my chest I was sure he could hear it. "You're now the wife of Julian Rothwell," he said, voice dropping into a low, commanding tone that sent shivers dancing down my spine. "One of the most successful men in the country. And you…" his finger brushed lightly against my chin, "are not allowed to tolerate nonsense from mad people who just happen to be wearing clothes." I swallowed hard, my lips parting slightly as I licked my bottom lip…God, why did I do that? and gave a small nod. Words had completely abandoned me.