Doting Wife Novels & Stories

Though she may not have a traditional career, her devotion and dedication to her family are unparalleled. Aditi, their radiant daughter, is the apple of her eye. She showers her with affection, guidance, and support, nurturing her dreams and helping her become the best version of herself. As for Sahil, her husband and life partner, her love for him knows no bounds. She is not just Sahil's better half but also his confidante, the one he can always rely on for support and solace. Sameera Sharma, a loving wife and doting mother, embodies the true essence of family and the immense joy that comes from nurturing the bonds of love. Her story is a testament to the beauty of a life dedicated to those

That's what a good wife would do, so I gave him a smile and nodded. After the door shut, my smile faded. As much as I wanted to be a good wife, I missed my husband and longed to spend time with him. ★★★ Roshni I held my breath as I quickly packed the dog food on the lowest shelf in the last aisle. It smelt horrible. So horrible. I quickly darted at my watch. “Okay. Almost home time, Roshni.” I whispered to myself. “30 more minutes and then—” “Are you talking to yourself?” An annoying voice interrupted. It was Mr Karan. My boss.

" Your wife to be" His what??!

Dorothy chuckled. She liked how her husband relied on her so much. No one could else compare to her, and she could not be replaced either! However, the way Nigel looked at Anne just now made her uncomfortable. After all, Anne was young and beautiful, and that pretty little face could definitely charm any man!

Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on the woman she was looking for. Walking over, she took a seat opposite the woman, who elegantly crossed her legs while sipping a glass of fresh orange juice. "You made me lie to my husband," Dorothy said, folding her arms. "So this better be good."

“Okay. Okay, you know I love you right?” “I know mom and I love you too but I really need you to please let me work.” “Alright fine,” she kissed her forehead and walked to the door to leave. “By the way you two won’t look bad together. You would actually look great together. Don’t let him pass you by. Get him,” she winked at her as she closed the door. “God, I am surrounded by toxic people,” she grunted turning back to her laptop. ***

He indicated the barrels of wine, and the bottles that were labeled "Sanguinis" "Then... what about Dorothy?" she asked. "What did she have to do with him?" "The Lady Dorothy was his wife." he answered. "She came here from a family of lower nobility, but the master fell in love with her. She was a kind-hearted and proper young lady who was able to comfort the master and even found time to spend with us, the lowly staff." "Oh please, Emile!" Basil said, throwing his hands up in the air. "Stop patronizing that witch! Everything went to hell here the moment she stepped in the mansion!"

He had to intervene knowing she didn't want to see them anymore. "Please excuse my wife. She doesn't go out much and is probably right. You must have mistaken her for someone else." He removed the fingers that were biting into his palm and lovingly held her by her waist. Vinca leaned in and carefully laid her head on his broad chest making his heart jump in sweet delight. Damont was dumbfounded "Did you just say wife?" He looked so stupid asking that question that Vinca had to hide her face in Frost's chest so they wouldn't see her grinning.

Her arousal never fails to get my mouth watering, and I can't help but lean in and slide my tongue up her slit to get a taste. Fuck. So sweet. She moans and presses her hips back against me, wrapping my face in her thighs and ass cheeks. Dora is amazing. She can go from cute and adorable to deadly sexy in an instant. I love her in the morning without makeup, or fresh out of the shower, or when she decides to dress up for me in full lingerie and heels. It doesn't matter. I'm obsessed with her. Every waking minute of every day my wife occupies my thoughts, and the fact that she's finally realized just how much I need her, and that I'm not going anywhere, has made our relationship rock solid.

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."