Carl Wife Up Novels & Stories

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

After that, Violet rolled over on her bed so she didn't have to see him anymore. Carl smiled and took off his coat to climb into her bed like it was the most natural thing to do. Violet shot up from her bed and glared at him. "What are you doing?" Carl smiled as he asked, "Do I need a reason to sleep with my wife?" "Who the hell is your wife?" Violet roared. "Don't be so shameless!" "You asked me a rhetorical question," Carl replied casually. "The answers to rhetorical questions can be anything. So, that means you are my wife!"

“Your hand on my wife’s what’s worse.” Carl’s hand left mine before he could catch himself. He looked sheepishly at me before throwing a disgusted look at his friend. “Knock that off, she’s my sister.” “You’re not blood-related, and you got a crush on her since you finally noticed how gorgeous and hot she actually is. But she’s mine now.” I got two pecks on my cheek when my husband reached my side, a hug, then a more thorough kiss on my mouth on full display of Carl. I glared at him after it.

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

He would have been so happy if another female werewolf was his mate. "Is there someone else?" Carl's voice trembled. His grip tightens, pressing down on the door enough to leave the markings of his fingers. "You don't want to get married to me, you don't want to have kids, and you want to let me mark you." He breathes out, his face twisting and darkening. The idea of me loving someone else was ridiculous, but with the way I have been acting, it sounded as though I was indeed cheating on him.

"What is it?" "We're getting married," Carl declared, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He leaned in close, the reek of alcohol overwhelming. His lips hovered dangerously close to hers. "Mr. Schmidt has gifted you to me. From now on, you'll be my wife… my woman!"

she answers leaning in further into his embrace. “Nice to have you back sister inlaw” Cassandra turned to the door and there he stood, the other Carl, but just like a few days ago, this one had the same male wrapped into his body” There are two.. Carls.. There are two of you” she whispered almost pleading. Carlson turns to his brother as he tries hard to hold his laugh. “Don't make that face with my woman Kerl, she has seen enough of your mystery game.” Carl cautioned, his brother. Turning back to his wife, he smiles widely.

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

want cash when there's a easier form of transaction." Rachel stated. "I want to see you, silly. Don't you want to see me too?" Sara laughed manically and Rachel let out a low groan of frustration. "Why would I want to see you? Is there anything else worth seeing you about?" Rachel muttered harshly. "You keep hurting me with your words. Don't make me reconsider. If I do, you might not be able to hold on to that title of a billionaire's wife. Do as I asked. I'll tell you the location, okay. You are in Los Angeles right? I saw on a gossip blog that you have arrived here. You look good by the way. " Rachel had just had enough of her sister and her annoying tone. She finally clicked her phone sh