Doting Wife Novels & Stories

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

Mrs Helvig didn't know what he would think of her very passionate indirect confession of love for him while she defended his honour. "Unlike my husband, I do not think that you and my daughter are unacquainted although it is strange that she never once mentioned you. That ring on her finger, did you buy it?" Tynan blushed. Leave it to a mother to be so observant about the littlest things. He didn't know if Mr Helvig saw that ring on Laura's finger but it wouldn't surprise him if the man didn't notice it until Laura brought it up. He couldn't understand the machine-gun German going on upstairs but from the tone, he was worried that his wife might just slug her father out of frustration.

"Four thousand warriors who used to view each other as enemies or myths. Now they wait for our son." Dominic turned his head, his molten gold eyes softening into absolute, unadulterated devotion as he looked down at his wife. He lowered his face into the soft crook of her neck, pressing a hard, lingering, possessive kiss against her warm skin, inhaling her intoxicating scent of pine, winter clover, and fresh frost-fire into his lungs. His gravelly purr deepened against her pulse point.

When I reached the end of the stairs, I crouched slowly until Dorian saw my face clearly. “I was married to you for six years and not once did you look at me, you did not see me as a human being neither did you see me as a wife, a woman to be treated with respect. I was just another piece of furniture that decorated your house and made sure your every need was satisfied.”

DAMIEN “Take your hand off my wife.” I really did try to be patient. I’d even been good about it—something close to obedient—when my Dot looked at me and said, “I have to deal with this myself, Dame. Just… please let me. Stay right here.” Then she walked away. I liked the way she said Dame. That alone bought them a few extra minutes.

-In a Snap she ran away like a little rabbit who stole a carrot and protected it from others . " Crazy "- Zander muttered and shooked his head . Her back view of running looks like some school girl . Definitely he married a kid .Aish what a fate . But he knew one thing that his life is going to be colourful like a rainbow in a storm .She will be his sunshine whom he waited till now . Finally she is his wife running around his whole house like a Queen but --A Small troublemaker queen .Whom he should definitely cherish her till his last breath .

"I'm sorry… what?" "Yeah you heard me. It's the give and take method, you get to stay alive with my secret, my plans, with the process of being my wife… and not just 'a wife', the perfect loving wife anyone has ever seen…" What?...

“What! Am I going to spend another night in that stinky cell? Please do something, Dolly. Okay fine, tell Richard I'm truly sorry. I promise I'll never come close to his wife ever again. He should give me another chance. Please, I need to get out of here.” “I'll do my best.” “Is his wife okay?” Henrietta asked. She nodded. “Why is he getting sulky over the minor issue? It's not like he loves her.” Dolly eyed her grimly and she choked back her words.

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.