Dragon Commander Wives Novels & Stories

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

At the dinner party in the Falcone estate, Fiora held up her hand, showing off the ring symbolizing the Don’s wife on her ring finger to the socialites around her. Exclamations erupted from the crowd, who then turned mocking glances toward me in the corner. Santino sat at the head table, his gaze flickering over to me every now and then. After soaking up all the flattery, Fiora picked up a glass of red wine and walked over to me.

the two girls said uniformly and chuckled at the slight coincidence "then without further delay, let me introduce my new wife who goes by the name Rose, she's my priceless jewel now," my husband said and kissed my cheek "It's nice to meet you, Mrs Rose, I'm Kingsley Decker" his son replied and stretched his hand for a handshake I shook hands with him and we both smiled at each other "I'm Lisa, it's nice to meet you," one of the girls said and shook hands with me "I'm Georgina, the last born of the house, it's a pleasure having you in our family," the last girl said

At twenty-seven years old, they were consistently breathing down her neck to get married, or at least bring someone home. She could remember the chilling words from her mother that day “Brenda your relentless pursuit of a career is absurd. You’re never going to be anything more than just a wife, the earlier you realize this and stop pursuing your empty dreams, the better it’ll be for you, else you’ll wake up one day and realize that you’ve wasted your life pursuing something you could never have"

“He says we can’t live at home anymore.” “Is this how you act in front of a child?” I ask calmly. Daniel looks at me, his eyes full of hate, “You can have the whore and her bastard.” An evil smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “Wait, if you’re here? Where is your wife? Does she know about all this?” Trying to keep my voice neutral, I say, “Don’t worry about my wife. She’s an amazing woman.” “I’m sure she is. But does she like sleeping in a cold bed? A place in mine just became available.” Daniel taunts.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Riddle," the man said to Daniel and Gloria politely. At that moment, someone in the crowd recognized the married couple. "Aren't they... from the royal family of Yamenia?!" "Seriously?! They've been around for over a thousand years! I can't believe they came to the banquet too!" another in the crowd commented. "Tell me about it..." the third said. In a strange turn of events, even the royal family from Yamenia was there, and they were greeting Daniel and Gloria too. Naturally, with them in sight, no one bothered about Damien and his wife anymore.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

"Dominic tells me you have a husband and three children." "That is correct," she says, giving Dominic a smile before looking back at me. "Henry and I have three beautiful boys." I look around, wondering why no one from her family is at the table. "Where are they?" "Ahem." Dominic grunts, "That was unnecessary," he says in my head. "Our sons have been Warriors in the Dominion Realm for some time now," she says, reaching for her wine glass. "And my husband, a Warrior himself, is with them." She takes a drink, cheeks beginning to flush. "Occasionally, Henry and our boys come back to visit me."

Mister Leonardo and his wife end the meeting, but not after inviting the whole attendees to come to a party that is already holding, a party for Mister Leonardo and his huge partners. Edna and Malik are led by Mrs Leonardo and she takes them to the cushion at the side of the hall, where not everyone gets to see them. Her husband has gone around, greeting his guests, but his wife is more interested in speaking to Malik and Edna. A waiter pours out drinks for them and they start to speak more lively. Mrs. Leonardo might be past her prime, but she is still a vibe. Her husband soon joins and the atmosphere gets even more lively. They are drinking bottles and bottles of alcohol, they are slowly b

"Let Valerie and the Fifty Alphas hold the perimeter." Clara grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down into a fierce, breathless kiss that tasted of pine, winter clover, and dangerous white-gold magic. "You don't fight an ancestral dragon alone, Dominic Vance," Clara declared, her white-gold frost-fire flaring around her boots as she pulled away, her eyes blazing with supreme Luna authority. "We built this empire together. We tear down this dragon together." Dominic stared at his wife, his dark shadow wings exploding from his back, filling the vast archive with liquid-black plasma. A terrifying, exhilarated grin spread across his face. "Then let's go paint the snow with dragon blood,"