Cute Husband Novels & Stories

I shake the thought. I received a text from Ji-Ha. "Hey how about we go to a bar? ( ╹▽╹ )" "Hmmm, will your husband be ok?" "He will not be mad unless he doesn't know right. I'm kidding hahaha I already told him I will help you to find a boyfriend." "You are such a bad girl. Also, I don't need a boyfriend. I am fine on my own. And I have high standards of who I should date hehehe" I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite.

That gap doesn’t shrink. @olívia_ He’s my husband! I like him just as he is, with his 30 years, gorgeous blue eyes, and Kiton suit. @isabelle_ Bet even his underwear’s designer. @rita_ Definitely. @olívia_ As soon as I see it, I’ll let you know, with pleasure. @isabelle_ You haven’t seen your husband’s underwear yet? @isabelle_ was removed from the group @olívia_ Poor thing! She’ll be back in a minute.

my friend Jocelyn rushed off her words as she roust me to pry through the numerous numbers of students who left their classes to be here just for one man and that man is my husband. That breathtaking, mouth-watering, virile and dazzling young man who is the idol of every student here today is none other but my cold and arrogant husband. I nearly laugh out loud when Jocelyn coaxes me to come here today with her so that I can get a glimpse of the world's most handsome and talented idol not to talk of how rich he is. To get a glimpse of my husband, a man I see everyday.... that was funny.

Nathan, who was one of them, was also clapping his hands with all his might. Wiping away her tears, Hilda proceeded, "I believe each and every one of you are curious about who my husband is and are wondering whether it's true that he is an old and unattractive coal boss. Right now, I can tell you that my husband is a young and handsome man. He is also the kindest and best man I have ever met in my life! He is at the scene today, but I couldn't announce his identity because I don't think I deserve it!"

he said, acting grumpy. My smile widened because of the way he called my name. So moody. “Like what? Raze?” I tilted my head and smiled broadly at him. “My husband?” I said playfully. “S-Stop it. Y-You’re not cute.” He looked away and covered his mouth as if to hide his smile, as well as the blushing on his face. “It’s okay if I’m not cute. My husband is cute though.” He looked at me, seemingly shocked. “W-What did you say?”

And also, she was hungry, what they did with her husband these afternoon drained her energy pretty well. And finally, her husband came out of the bathroom wearing a towel that was wrapped around his waist only. Droplets of water were cascading dramatically from his face down to his chest and to his well packed abs and sexy V line. His husband looks so dominant, he looks like he could crash you only using his arms but fortunately she knew her husband pretty well, he was always a softy husband to her and best and caring father to his son. "Loving the view my gorgeous wife?" Clinton asked teasingly.

I said. He smiled and shrugged. “He is hot, intimidatingly hot.” He said. Oh my goodness. “Dead that thought, Pretty boy. My husband is off-limits.” I said and he chuckled. God, even his laughter sounded pretty. “He didn’t even look at me the entire time so you can rest easy. Besides, I have someone I like.” He said. “I have a gay best friend that I can hook you up with. I am sure you will love him.” I said. I can already picture him and Hugo together. The shy one and the loud one.

I said. Bennet's muzzle lengthened but I saw that he was holding back his smile again. His eyes are twinkling. God... he's so gorgeous. And he's my husband. "Stop being cute, wife. You're cute already," Bennet said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me upright. Genern? Just cute? Hello! I'm beautiful and sexy and intelligent and brave and... and... beautiful again! It's just that, I haven't been able to shave my armpits yet. But even! The beautiful, even with armpit hair, is still beautiful. right?

His doctors have been astonished by his progress, improvements they hadn't dared hope for six months ago. Not to mention the undeniable fact that my husband-by-contract is genuinely kind, unfailingly considerate, unexpectedly charming, frustratingly sexy, and possessed of a dry wit that frequently catches me off guard. When he smiles—that rare, genuine smile that transforms his usually serious face—I feel an unmistakable flutter in my chest that has nothing to do with our arrangement and everything to do with the man himself.