Darling Wife Novels & Stories

Daisy and her greeted the two men politely and headed to the kitchen at once. Carson leaned over and said to Richard, "Didn't you say that your wife was very close to the villa a few minutes ago? Why are they two now or she hasn't gotten here yet? Who are these pretty ladies I just saw now?" Richard fixed his eyes on the glass of wine in his hand, shook it lightly and said, "My wife is one of them. She came back with her friend," Carson looked at him thoughtfully and said, smiling,

"If she was bold enough to obey Devon while you were around, then don't you think that she might not want to take anything from you again?" "So I would trick her? What if she chooses the red one?" "Darling..." My wife called tiredly. "They're the same thing. The red and the blue, they are the same damn thing. So whichever ever she chooses, you smile in defeat and say, 'I can't believe that you're willing to deny me, just to save Devon'." "Hm, I knew I married the smartest woman on earth." I praised and she giggled shyly. I kissed her on the forehead and her cheeks turned slightly red. It was relieving to see that even after so long, my wife still reacts to me.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

He ignored her and continued to walk out of the door. "She is now Archie's wife. This woman used a video at the wedding to successfully snatch my husband away. I think everyone knows how treacherous she is. Just give up on her." Emily was not willing to give up. She was afraid that Jimmy's heart was not cold enough. She continued to block his way and said. "I will find her and ask her about it." Jimmy did not want to hear Emily speak again, so he sped up and left. Emily proudly looked at Jimmy's stiff back. Jimmy had returned. It was time, Emma. Your marriage is in imminent danger.

And maybe in the process of making it memorable we actually get ourselves to have a real honeymoon here. I pressed my lips on her forehead seeing her hairline filled up with my name vermillion. The nuptial chain in her neck with a diamond in it was shining bright under the sunlight rays falling on it. And my dear wife was as usual looking gorgeous even in her sleep. Last night, her one more step towards us made my heart blossom like a flower. I am glad to see her new shades which were hidden from me. Because the Dia I knew was never this mischief or childish but I loved her more than that old boring Dia which she always held to the outer world protecting her soft and childish side.

Samuel's voice dripped with sarcasm. "What's there to be happy about? That girl got married and didn't bother to tell her own family. Winter says she's been Mrs. Charles for over six months now, but she kept quiet about it. Winter and I have been running around playing matchmaker while she's already tied the knot. It makes us look like total chumps. How can I be thrilled about having a daughter like that?"

a familiar voice said, her voice small and faint. “WHAT THE?! IS THAT MY WIFE?! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING MY WIFE?!” “Hello, my dear cousin. Today is a good day, am I right? Have you eaten your breakfast? Oh! The sun is as bright as usual! You and your wife are on the news, what a great way to ruin your day!” Darryl said, ignoring Percival's questions. ‘This piece of shit—’ “Whether the sun is bright or not, I don't give a damn, Darryl! Plus! Me, eating my breakfast is none of your business so shut it, you got it? Tell me, where the fuck are you taking my wife?!” he said, repeating his question.

I knew the ring chief had a soft spot for Darlene, I would be surprised if he didn’t, with how beautiful and delicate the woman looked. Like the bone china cups my mother kept on the top shelf of our kitchen cabinets, with her dark hair falling in loose waves past her shoulders, the way the porcelain of her high cheekbones reddened when she was slightly embarrassed, with her long black eyelashes curled delicately over it. It made my heart squeeze with want just thinking about the woman, want that I hated seeing in the eyes of other men. “I wouldn't trust anyone besides myself with my wife’s life, Prince Charming.” I ground through clenched teeth, digging my fingers into my palms to remind my

Mary, taken aback, couldn't fathom why a simple touch triggered such a strong reaction. "Why can't I touch you when I'm your wife?" Mary demanded, her frustration apparent in her tone. Daniel sighed, as if weary of repeating himself. "I told you, marriage is for namesake. You're just a wife in name, you don't have to act as my real wife." Unsatisfied, Mary pressed on, "So what? I'm still your wife, does it matter whether I'm a real wife or wife in papers." Daniel's response was blunt and to the point. "I already told you, I hate clingy women, I seriously despise the women who are clingy to me."

I growled, frowning at her as my eyes snapped open and I glared at her just to get mesmerized as my eyes landed on her fully. My friend Darsh used to tell me how beautiful women look in traditional attire. He used to tell me how jewelry enhances a woman's beauty. He loves his wife very much and used to praise her almost every day. I called him an idiot But I never thought that I would also become the same idiot because seeing my wife dolled up like a traditional woman, believe me, my heart started beating fast. I felt heat rushing up to my cheeks and eyes, not getting tired of beholding the woman before me as I could only think of one thing; how lucky I became to have such a beautiful, mesme