Corpse Husband X Reader Novels & Stories

Cassidy’s head lolled back against the pillows, her blonde hair fanning out like a twisted halo. She arched into him, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders. And then she dragged her tongue along the shell of his ear, slowly. Layden groaned, thrusting into her harder, gripping her hips like nothing else in the world mattered. "Harder, Layden—fuck, just like that—" My pulse roared in my ears, my breath trapped somewhere between a gasp and a scream. I watched as my husband—my fucking husband—buried himself in another woman right in front of me.

Lucas, who was standing beside Adam, chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down Adam's spine. He lifted his leg and stepped on Adam's hand that was resting beside him on his chair. Adam groaned in pain, but that only made Lucas press his designer shoes harder on the man's fingers. Stinging pain radiated throughout Adam's body, and beads and beads of sweat dripped down from his face. "You know that if you die here, you're automatically divorced from my woman, right?" Lucas began, his cold and chilling tone sending a shiver down Adam's spine. “Your woman? She's my wi—” Lucas's legs pressed even harder on those fingers again, the rest of Adam's words drowning in a pained groan.

But before I could complete my words, his response came cutting me off my words, "Apology? He sneered at me, his words echoing in the foyer, bearing the weight of his anger, "Do you think an apology would repair the damage you've caused?" He thundered like an angry god of war, while I stared at him, in an energy matching his, "Whether you like it or not Elsa, you're my wife and I've bought you with your father's debt," he continued, tightening his grip on my wrist again as he drew me closer to him, "But don't let that fool you, you're no different from my slave because I'm so going to make you pay for what you've done to me." He spat, his words dripping with hatred with no regard for my feel

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

"You have two choices, Calvin. First, you can get the hell out of this house and take the doll with you. I bought this house before we got married, and my name's on the car title. I want you to leave with nothing. "Second, you leave the doll here. You can continue living under my roof, but on the condition that you sleep in the study from now on." Eyes widening, Calvin hissed, "Why should I?" "Because I have records of your trysts with Dorothy and bank transactions showing you used company funds to purchase gifts for her." I took out a letter from under the coffee table and tossed it before him. "It's your call." He picked up the letter and opened it. As he flipped through the papers, his pa

Then, with a cold expression, she kicked me right in the stomach. I instantly felt an intense abdominal pain, leaving me unable to resist and soaked in cold sweat. Blood rose in my throat, and I coughed some up. The severity of the pain brought me to the brink of unconsciousness. I was aware that although we weren't a passionate married couple, we had never fought before, much less turned to violence. I felt nothing but shock and fear as I stared at my wife, who now seemed like a stranger to me. I couldn't understand what had gone wrong.

Within a minute, a user with a DemonHunter_Official avatar replied: "Filter my ass! That's an incubus bloodline awakening. Judging by the curvature of that tail — RUN. This one's clearly in heat. Stay any longer and he'll drain you dry!" Drain you dry. I stared at those three words, hair standing on end. Silas was a male incubus. My husband was not the celibate, self-controlled ice sculpture I'd thought. He was actively, desperately craving me. Throat dry, I set down my phone and went downstairs for a glass of cold water to clear my head. But the moment I reached the kitchen, a scent — cold cedar laced with something sickly sweet — engulfed me. Before I could react, a shadow descended.

Rhiannon’s POV~ My wolf died at 11:47 PM when I found my husband buried deep inside the girl I'd hired as his secretary. He was thrusting in and out of her while kissing every inch of her skin like she was precious, whispering how beautiful she was with each touch. In five years of marriage, he'd never kissed me that way - never worshipped my body, never told me I was beautiful during sex. He was gentle with her, reverent, like she might break.

I felt my whole body tremble, emblem with the excitement and the ecstasy of the thrill that swept over me. "I thought I told you not to kiss me again," I said. "I know but I just want us to be lovers." "I liked the kiss and I won't deny that but the past won't leave me. We will be lovers and no sex. We kiss but you won't go further. Is that a deal?" I said and stretched my hand for a handshake. "Deal." He responded and shook my hand. When we slept that time, I had another dream where I saw my husband. I had just left the coffee shop with Martin. The weather was just so perfect.

I pick up the file and turn to the next page where it shows the grotesque pictures of how their bodies were found. It doesn’t look like an accidental death. It looks like they were murdered. My husband is a monster and he murdered these men, he murdered Chase Tomas. I run to the bathroom and I hunch over the toilet, the grotesque pictures play over and over in my mind as I empty my stomach in the toilet bowl. I slowly sit down and wipe my mouth off. My husband is killing people and burning them in fires. My husband KILLED MY FATHER.