Carl Wife Up Novels & Stories

Pinned down, I could only raise my head to lock eyes with Krystal as blood trailed along my lips. “Krystal, you promised to love and protect me for so long as we shall live. Is this what your word is worth?” Keeping her face deadpan, Krystal said callously, “You got it coming for attacking your father-in-law and talking smack about your wife.” With Krystal speaking up, the Markham extended family echoed her sentiment. “It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?”

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.

My name is Christine Wheeler. I just got married yesterday, and my husband, Matthew Wheeler, already complained about my skills in bed, so he signed me up for the "Wife Training Camp." The guy running it was Peter Sutton. He was extremely well-endowed, the kind that couldn't fit in your mouth. Right after I joined the group chat, he posted the assignment for the day. Every member had to practice their hip movements. We had to make our ass jiggle like Jell‑O, and then film it and post the video in the chat.

She held the marriage certificate, pouting. "I'm just worried that you might be tired." He chuckled, feeling more reassured seeing her smile. His young wife was quite resilient. Despite encountering many problems, she could still keep a smile on her face. "Going with you won't make me tired. I don't want to go home. Wherever you go, I'll follow." "Alright, I'll take you with me wherever I go. Are you satisfied now?" "Satisfied." She laughed sweetly. o0o Both of them arrived at the company together. Just before entering a dedicated elevator, they unexpectedly encountered several directors from the research department, including Kellan Lutz, stepping out from another elevator.

Carl asked as I entered the kitchen. I shook my head. "I didn't get a look." He blew a long whistle. "She's a 10, dude. A straight 10." Carl said licking his lips. I shrugged. He had to be exaggerating. If the woman was as hot as he made her look then I would have noticed. The fact I didn't give her a look meant she wasn't worth it. "Double special," I told him. Carl looked through the window trying to get a good look at the woman but he couldn't from where he was standing. For him to try was proof that he was fucking high.

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.

I chuckled a little. Carl didn't just lose me—he lost himself, too. "Is there really no chance for us anymore, Hailey?" he asked, just like I knew he would. "Carl," I said. "When you told me you were going to sleep with Wendy, did it ever even cross your mind that you were my husband? The father of our child? Even if Wendy was actually dying, she was just a friend to you. "But you, in all your infinite wisdom, decided to sleep with her because you figured she was going to die anyway. Honestly, it's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. You really opened my eyes, Carl."

He turned to Kevin, who promptly retrieved a dagger from his pocket and handed it to Carl. “This…” Carl stammered. “Since he doesn’t know how to use his hands properly, why don’t you cut them off?” Calvin’s tone was eerily calm, as if he were suggesting trimming some weeds. His words, though brutal, carried a weight of undeniable authority. Even in the dingy, cobweb-laden bar, Calvin’s presence remained spotless, commanding, and terrifying. This was the Calvin Adriana had once admired and loved. Carl’s knees buckled. He almost collapsed to the floor. “Calvin, he’s my wife’s younger brother! The only son in three generations…”

Caraline snapped, "only misfortune and misery deserve your company." "Then for the woman who is my wife, what do you consider her?" asked Deric with a calm expression. Caraline's face turned bright red. Her body tensed up until her back moved away from the back of the chair. She just realized that her status with the man beside her was husband and wife. How could she forget that annoying fact? "Shut up," Caraline said with both hands clenched tightly.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”