Romans & histoires Dearest Husband

To feel so much love and lust all at once was confusing but he didn’t care because Ash, his husband and the love of his life, was the best type of contradiction. Ash unfastened his pants, pulling them off slowly. “But more than that, more than this beautiful body which you give to me every night and sometimes during the day, you also gave me your most precious treasure. My vow to you, my dearest husband is to protect that treasure, that big, generous, loving heart of yours for the rest of our lives and follow it to the next world and the next. Because any world without Adom in it is one I don’t wish to be in. You are my husband from now until the end of day

she smirked before diverting her attention from her. "Oh Ezekiel, Dear Ezekiel, he used to be my husband and the sweetest creature one could ever wish for most expecially before we got married. Everything was like a bed of rose with him and he made me feel whole and alive once again after I was dumped on my wedding day by someone who only wanted to use me" "I loved him and he loved me, I remembered how he would come over to my house whenever I was sad or having nightmares or insomnia, he would reassure me that everything would be okay and he was right here with me"

My love, my husband. “Yes,” he turned his face into my hand, pressing a kiss against my palm. “Aurien,” I pressed my lips to the crown of his head. “My dragon. My friend. My husband. My lover,” the last was whispered. “Yes, Liera,” he murmured. “Father of my child.” He drew in a breath and pressed his lips against my skin. “Yes, Liera. Tarragon.” And I shuddered out a laugh. “We’ll have to call it that. Tarragon. I love you,” I told him, kissing the crown of his head. “Intuith lis, intuene lis.” My husband, my love.

Zayne dropped and we walked into the car, letting the cameras capture our backs as we walked. In the car, Zayne's muscles bulged but he remained expressionless. I glanced back at the man I had spent six years loving. Six years of foolishness. “ Dear husband. You should have made sure I stayed dead”

Until now. Now he was on his knees. Declan, my husband, my mate stood above him with his head tipped back and his eyes, closed. His fingers were tangled in Dorian’s hair and Dorian’s hands were on Declan’s hips. His mouth— I stopped breathing and my hands began to shake. Declan groaned deeply. A sound I had never heard him make in our three years of marriage. And Dorian answered back with a moan, which was unmistakable. I saw Declan’s back stretch backwards, saw his jaw became slack and saw the clear pleasure on his face.

“Don’t even fucking dream about it, Elena. I’ve read your background check. I know you used to date him. It’s enough that you once used to be his. He isn’t getting anything more than the memory of you, and even that is too much.” I smile up at him and wrap my arms around his neck. “Okay, husband,” I tell him. Alec twirls me around before pulling me back, and I crash into his arms. “Say that again.” I raise my brows, and Alec brushes my hair out of my face. “I love it when you call me husband like that.” “Do you now… husband dearest?”

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his childhood buddies talking through the open window.

I'm not used to hearing things like that but I must admit that what he said had a different effect on me. "But I'll wait, wife. I'll wait for you. Always and forever." I nodded as he said it sincerely. One thing I learned from my husband, he's not the madman I believed he was. He is not as ruthless as the people in town believe. He's Mr. Shein and my husband is the kindest man I've met so far.

“This marriage has been decided. I will fulfill my responsibilities as a husband, at least not as abusive as your ex-husband!” He was not gentle at all, just poking fun at the old pain of “Erwin Wilson”. It is estimated that the original owner is still here. He will definitely make him cry. Erwin Wilson didn’t answer, Frederick Hall didn’t even know what he was talking about. He continued: “If you don’t object, we’ll be married soon. You know what my stepmother thinks, right?” He is probing Erwin Wilson, wanting to know if he chooses to protect him or follow his stepmother. Erwin Wilson understood, he typed: “I follow my husband!”

“You want to go away with me. And what exactly would we be doing together?” He thinks far too long before sighing. “It’s just a weekend. We’ll be okay.” “Will I get a separate room?” “No. We’re husband and wife.” “It seems you haven’t noticed that I can’t stand being around you.” “Maybe you’ll have to rely on the vows we made to each other to pull you through.” Rage slams into me like a sledgehammer. “Are you being serious right now? Rely on what stupid vows?” “For better or worse. Remember?”