Novel & Cerita Corpse Husband X Reader

A message came in from a number she knew well. Arthur: Claire, I know you must be crying in Namba right now. Julian will never give you happiness. You know why he agreed to marry you, don’t you? Because he is asexual. He will never be able to touch you or give you ‘satisfaction’ on your wedding night. Come back to me before you truly waste away there. Claire squeezed her phone with mounting anger. "That man truly has no shame," she hissed. She quickly turned off her phone roughly and slipped it into her bag. Her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and irritation at the mention of their wedding night.

It felt like she was hypnotized, and she held onto every vein of it. Dylan closed his eyes and let out a soft moan at what Zelena was doing. She was surprised when Dylan removed her hand from his manhood. "I can't take it anymore," he groaned. He took off his boxers and immediately got on top of Zelena. She suddenly moaned when he touched her womanhood. "Fuck. You're wet," he commented. She moaned even more as Dylan slowly inserted his middle finger into her womanhood. Her husband stared at her and slowly inserted his finger in and out. She became even more restless and didn't know where to touch and where to look.

He took off his glove and exposed his hand. Lifting up the husband’s shirt, he began to work with haste. Running his finger down his torso, the dark man sliced the husband open with ease and he began to bleed. Satisfied with his work, the dark man got up and walked away. The husband’s blood was pooling onto the kitchen floor. Shortly after the mysterious man left, the husband began to twitch and the wife took a breath of air. In the distance, the vampire could hear a new heart beat coming from the house he’d just left. The corner of his lip slightly turned upward as he continued on his way through the night.

“Move, Alex, or I'll scream. My husband's outside.” “Your what?” Alex’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening. “Keep fooling yourself.” She tried to push past him again but he was persistent. “Let go!” She snapped, her voice was louder this time. “Why? So you'll run back to my uncle? Don't you have shame? You were confessing your love to me barely a month ago but now you've moved to him. Is this some sort of kink for you? Sleeping with family members—”

When Zachary caught my lower lip between his own, a tingling numbness spread through half my body. “Mmph… release me…” Though my words were meant as a refusal, they emerged in a voice so soft and breathless that I barely recognized it as my own. “Zachary, stop kissing me… I feel terribly warm. What is happening to me?” Zachary gave no reply. Without warning, he lifted me into his arms. Startled, I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck as his voice, low and almost hypnotic, brushed against my ear. “Let us not sleep in separate beds tonight. Harriet, judging by the strength of the highly potent perfume, my father seems rather eager for us to consummate the marriage. How could we possib

he declared and darted back out the front door, slamming it behind him. The coast was clear. Now it was just me, the traitorous underwear and the sounds of my husband enthusiastically cheating on me. I walked up the stairs like I was in a horror movie and each step creaked with a little drumroll for the shitshow awaiting me. The master bedroom door was ajar and so I pushed it open. And there he was. Derek.. my husband and my mate of five years.. bare-assed naked with muscles straining, ramming himself into some red haired woman on our bed!

Watching all the donations and subscriptions pouring in on the livestream, I was so furious that my hands trembled. Chris was lying on the bed. Although he did not have hands, he used his face to gently rub my cheek. There was pain in his eyes, but there was also encouragement. I took a deep breath, held his face and kissed the scars that had healed yet remained hideous. "Don't worry, honey. If it's popularity they want, I'll give them a big boost." I opened the X app, formerly known as Twitter, and registered a new account with the handle "Chris Gomez's Wife".

I waited with bated breath, but he was reasonable enough to understand, and soon enough, I heard his footstep retreating until the door opened and he left. I would be lying if I said I could breathe well after his departure, yet I managed it, dragging air from this suffocating room. Now alone with this man… one I refused to believe was my husband, it was difficult breathing in his tainted air, his scent tarnished by another. “What the hell was that?” He bellowed. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath until I was sure I wouldn't explode. “Just let me be Hale!” I snapped, turning to go, but he held my wrist, barely letting me go.

SERA Matteo's voice droned in the background like a mosquito that wouldn't shut up. His voice was an unpleasant hum in my ear, spitting out information in circles. Hideout this. Black Scorpion that. Names, streets, threats. Nothing that sounded like a solution. Nothing that told me how to fix Killian. Because my husband was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders hunched forward, his gaze fixed on the floor. He wasn't blinking or speaking. He wasn't even pretending to exist in the room with the rest of us.

“I’m so sorry, but your husband, Hank Johnson, was in a car crash this afternoon. He didn’t make it.” The funeral home employee said, his head hung low, “Our condolences.” News about my husband’s death did not stir any sad feelings in me. Instead, I was eerily calm. “I want to see his body. I need proof that he’s really gone.” “I understand that you’re going through a lot of emotions now, Mrs. Johnson, but his body was badly damaged in the crash. It’s best that you don’t see him in such a state.”