Cute Husband Novels & Stories

As the water rolled down his well-built chest, it didn't miss a chance in amazing Jayda. "Will you stop staring at me?" He smirked. "What? Can't I appreciate the fact that I'm damn lucky to have such a hot dude as my husband." She wiggled her eyebrows, laying on her side with her elbow on the bed and her chin was plopped on her palm. "Of course you are. Haven't you seen how this hot model of a husband works out? These babies aren't just for staring." He boasted, kissing his arms. He folded his arms across his chest then flexed his muscles, for show off.

Pulling away, he explained, "It's no different as when we are at home. I don't see what the issue is, my love." I pouted as I stubbornly pushed his handsome face away, muttering back in reply, "I suppose it's not... But you don't have to be so crude about it..." His eyes twinkled as he playfully nipped at my fingers, "There's nothing inappropriate about what I said. It's only natural for a husband to want to spend some quality time with his wife." I eyed his sparkling eyes warily. He was honestly too pretty for this to be fair. How was I supposed to resist such a handsome face?

"Oh, you look so young. I guessed as much. But that man sitting next to you. I think you two look perfect together. You are quite a pair. He is handsome, and you are beautiful." At her words, my smile stiffened. "Actually, I have a cute son at home. He is over two years old." Seeing my reaction, the smile faded from her face. Realizing she had spoken out of turn, she quickly corrected herself. "Oh. Where is your husband then? Why is he not with you, leaving his wife to travel alone?" "He is at home working and taking care of our son." "Oh, you are lucky. Your husband must spoil you quite a bit."

My husband had gotten so fat and lazy he would not hold me anymore in the air hence making me desire for that young man. “My husband has gotten so fat his banana is buried, he can no longer fuck me properly whenever he is on top of me his huge pot belly makes me tired, he sweats on top of me a lot like we are doing wrestling, it is disgusting.” I told Celestine. She laughed. “Come on! You can tell him to go to the gym and work out.” Celestine told me. “My man has a huge ego you would never tell him anything.” I told Celestine.

He's wearing a loose sleeveless top and beach shorts which adds more masculinity to him as his biceps were showing. How can this monster be that handsome? I can't believe this is my husband. He smirks as he steps inside the hut, "Can't get enough with my handsomeness?". I rolled my eyes at him. Jerk! How did he know? I ignore him and sat to the wooden chair. I just noticed now that there were different kinds of fruits on the table. Only wooden tables and chairs are displayed inside the hut. It's quite small but this is enough for two people to hang out.

His posture was slumped. When he saw me walk in looking radiant and polished, a flash of awe flickered in his eyes, followed by deep insecurity and remorse. “Yvonne, how are you?” he asked anxiously while rubbing his hands together. “I’m well,” I replied while stirring my coffee. “I got a promotion, a raise, and I’m seeing someone new. He’s a good man who knows how to respect people. He doesn’t have any messy female friendships either.” Charles’ face twitched as he lowered his head. “That’s good. That’s great.”

“My husband calls me love.” He hummed. “Your husband…” “Yes. My cheating, piece of shit husband.” “Ah. Now I see what the large problem is.” I was about to have another shot, but he stopped me, placing his hand on mine. I turned to him with my teeth bared, ready to curse him out when he leaned down, getting so close to me, I could smell his expensive cologne and feel his warmth, and whispered, “Your husband is a damn fool, letting a work of art like you slip through his fingers.”

A faint smile rose upon his lips as I shielded myself from Veles's prying eyes. "Wife, you call me. Do you really see yourself fit to call my husband? My soulmate? When you have done nothing but caused me pain!" I snarled, backing away. My sepia orbs settled on his bright ones, his gaze wild, he suddenly looked every inch of monster who did not ponder twice before masticating my whole family, he represented a warrior, a beast. "Watch your mouth, butterfly. I may not be kind enough to listen to your words," he took a threatening step towards my direction. "But I can assure you how much of a husband I can be."

"Yeah, I am. So what? Why did you have to love him and not me? He was my older brother; why couldn't he give you up? And he still had the nerve to ask me to leave you. How dare he!" He smirked, the darkness in his eyes flaring. "But he's gone now. You're my wife, and you're carrying my child. Nothing can change that!" I'd suspected this awful truth for so long, but hearing it finally confirmed still hit like a bolt of lightning. My husband of all these years… had murdered the man I loved. And I was pregnant with my lover's killer's child. Revulsion boiled inside me, a loathing so deep I even felt it toward the life growing within me. How could I be so blind, so disgusting, to bring this man'

I'd stupidly thought that this was a secret account he'd created for our baby, thinking that he didn't know how to express it to me extrinsically. But now, I knew that I had been a fool all along. I swiftly contacted a moving company. When we got married, I single-handedly replaced all the old, rotting furniture in our run-down apartment. Levi's friends had teased him in the past when they learned about it. "Say, Lev! I didn't know that you married a rich country girl! Your wife must be loaded!" "Make sure she's not pretending to be rich! Otherwise, you're going to be saddled with debt when the bills arrive!"