Call A Hubby Novels & Stories

It was very clear from his hair which was still wet from shampooing. "Raga, Raga. I'm your husband, call me the right one," he said angrily at me who was still standing in front of the bathroom door. I snorted in annoyance, is it really wrong if I just call him names? What does he want me to call him? Sir? Or darling? Hueek I will never want to call him that. "What do you want me to call you? Brother? Brother who sells meatballs, come here and I want to buy it. Is that what you want?"

She tried calling her husband. The sound of tut ... tut ... indicates that the phone is dialing and her husband's number is active. Not long after, she heard her husband's sexy, baritone voice. "What is it, honey? Miss you, huh? " Bayu teases his wife. The man really likes to tease his wife.

He's a pain in my bangs! / Hubby's calling ... \ I immediately answered his call. "Hi wifey, I'm sorry I can't pick you up anymore. Just go home, I'm still finishing some important business in my office. I'm sorry," He said directly after I answered the call. "I-it's alright Hubby." I smiled in response but deep inside I'm—hurt. After I put down the cellphone, I let out a deep sighed. "See?" It's Clyde again, it looks like he's happy seeing me pissed. I though he already left, but why he's still here?

Seeing that she was not picking up the call no matter how it rang, she could guess who the caller was. He pursed his lips into a thin line before he asked, “Who is calling?” “Oh, just some annoying bastard. After giving me such a hard time, I wonder what he wants to tell me.” Leo smiled as he spoke in an indulgent voice, “Then let him continue calling. You don’t have to worry about him. In fact, you can directly block his number if you want to.” Ava looked at her husband and smiled happily, “Honey, you are spoiling me too much. You are practically turning me into a bad girl.”

hubby's name pops out on the screen. She smiled, parting her lips — Yippy, finally her handsome hubby called her. Hahaha! One more thing: Angelina had changed his name from playboy to hubby; if Sebastian sees this, he will scream. Angelina cleared her throat before receiving the call. "Hello!" "Now you are free Mr. Hubby." He sounded, "hmm.” "What are you doing?" he asked. "Waiting for your call." She replied. "So, you're free?" He inquired.

I didn't plan to say that. He stepped closer, his breath visible in the chill. "I never wanted to leave you, kiddo. The divorce... it was between me and your mom. But losing you in my life? That killed me every day." His voice was thick with emotion. "I thought about calling a hundred times. Wondered if you'd hate me." "I could never hate you," I whispered, my voice breaking. The words hung there, heavy. Suspense built in my chest. What if he pulled away? What if this weekend changed nothing? Or everything?

She hit Answer. ‘It’s me,’ Elias said. A soft chuckle escaped her. ‘I know. There’s this magical thing called caller ID.’ ‘And what does your caller ID say?’ ‘Elias Westwood, Awesome Major General.’ ‘Don’t you think it’s time you changed that?’ ‘To what?’ ‘To Husband, Honey, Darling, whichever term you prefer.’ Callie glanced around. She was alone in the break room. Still, she lowered her voice as she whispered into her phone, ‘Husband.’

Who the heck is calling me? “Hello,” I said. “Hello, wife.” His voice suddenly rang out. Nicolas. When he called me his wife, the butterfly in my stomach fluttered, but I don’t want to be his wife. “Where did you get this number, Nicolas? And why is your phone number stored as ‘My Husband’ on my phone?” I inquired. He snorts. “Kitten, I am your husband therefore my name on your phone is saved as ‘My Husband’. And do you think I will not have my wife’s phone number? I thought you were smarter than that.”

"She is playing hard to get." Ivy went straight to her room and saw several missed calls from *Hubby.* She didn't take her phone along, as it was just a short dinner. She dialed his number to return the call, but there was no answer. She dialed it again, still the same. "He must be busy." Then she remembered back at the hotel, at their honeymoon to be precise – her lonely honeymoon. How she ignored his calls and what happened after. He was repeating the same thing.

Picked up my other cell phone and called the butler at home. "Yes Madam" "Is Master at home?" "Nothing, madam." "Call me back when he's home, you understand." "Ready, okay Madam" My phone keeps vibrating and this time it's a video call, OH MY GOD, what's going on? "Who dear, why didn't you answer?" Keaton asked. I took a breath and released it slowly, "My husband." "Just pick it up, I'll be quiet," he said. "Video call baby, so how?"