Novel & Cerita Call A Hubby

Maybe I should call Mabel. I brought out my phone and phoned Mabel. She picked up at first ring. 📞 hey wifey. 📞 hi honey. How's my baby girl doing. 📞 she's fine just bored. 📞 isn't Ryan there to keep you company? 📞 nope, he's gone to work. Thought I should call you. You busy? 📞 no actually. Just want to go grab dinner 📞 kk. Then I'll call you later.

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.

His eyes darkened, unreadable, and I braced myself for correction—or worse, ridicule. Instead, he leaned back in his chair. “That will do,” he said calmly. That will do? I blinked, momentarily caught off guard by how easily he accepted it. I hesitated. “But Alexander—” “Hubby,” he corrected smoothly, not missing a beat. I exhaled sharply through my nose. “—Hubby,” I amended, shooting him an irritated look. “Do we really have to call each other like that even when we’re not in public places?” “Yes, wife.” He raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone deliberate. “Will that be a problem for you?”

The room feels lonely without him. I take a last look at myself in the mirror. My phone pings on the nightstand. I turn to get it. ' Can I see you? ' - Husband. I smile at his demand. I click my picture in a saffron gown and send it to him. I put it back and wait for him to reply. I don't get a reply. I contort my lips. I hold my clutch along with the phone and head out.

Taking a deep breath, she then answered the call… “…Yes, Hubby…?”

seriously I missed her warmth while pulling my cheeks after two years iam listening the word hubby but I said coldly "who is your hubby" she gave a bright smile and said "you" I wanna smile at her cuteness but I asked "who allowed you to call me like that" she said "you only you are the one who asked me to not to call you prince then I need to call you hubby only right" when she learned to talk back my cutie always used to be an obedient now see how she became I said "call me sir" she nodded her head like a kid with disappointment I asked "how long you decided to stay on your boss lap" she said "as much as you want" I said "get up"

All luxury gadgets are explained to us, top service here. Finally, when I'm alone in my room, I throw myself on the bed and take my phone out of the bag to call Danner. "Husband, how are you? I just arrived," I tell him as soon as the connection is established. "Husband? Are we doing that soon?", he teases. "Fiancé is already starting to sound monotonous. I'm up for an upgrade."

he said, it was crazy how he was already calling his brother my husband. 'I am single until legally married' I protested in my mind. "pick the call, I will talk to you later" Ahmad urged as he excused himself. I lifted my phone to see a true caller ID "Ibrahim Mukhtar" he was right. I moved to the corner of the room to pick up the call, "Hello, Fatima" Ibrahim's voice said immediately after I picked up the call. "Hello," I replied. "good morning dear. how are you"

I kept my voice low. "No matter what you say, I'm the one he's legally married to. You'll always be the other woman, and your son will grow up without a father." She opened her mouth to fire back, but her phone rang. She turned the screen toward me. The caller ID read, "Hubby." Then she tapped it on speaker mode. Miles's voice came through, easy and familiar. "Hey, honey, are you home yet? Hector says he's hungry." Phoebe glanced at me, slow and deliberate, then spoke into the phone.

he said with a smirk, “you haven’t even called me anything flattering yet. How can I take you seriously?” She rolled her eyes but decided to play along. “Fine. Liam the Magnificent, Mr. Hart, oh Great and Handsome One…” “Not good enough,” he interrupted, shaking his head. Allie groaned. “Alright, what do you want me to call you?” His smirk deepened as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur. “Call me ‘husband.’ Let’s hear it.” Her jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious!”