Evil Husband Glutton Wife の小説・ストーリー

With clenched hands, Damon the prideful watched behind a corner. The culprit also known as the grand duke of the Malevolent Worlf, Beelzebub the Glutton, placed his palm onto the halfling’s shoulder. Upon the contact, the Halfling flinched and recoiled back as if she really hated being touched by the grand duke. Should Grand Duke Beelzebub the glutton refused to take away his hand, Damon the prideful was already contemplating on cutting the grand duke’s hands. But like what he thought, the halfling’s father backed away in a fraction of a second. The grand duke slowly withdrew his hand as he cleared his throat before speaking up which was heard by Damon loud and clear. “Let that be my problem

Her skin tried to escape her body, and she swallowed hard, trying to maintain her cool. "I'm gonna make you scream," he whispered aggressively into her ear, while squeezing her thigh and inflicting more pain. Her name puffed from his lips in such a blatantly malicious way that she cringed with fear. His words rang in her ears, and internal alarms screamed through every cell in her body as the hair on the back of her neck stood at attention. This guy was more than a philandering husband. He was seriously evil. She could feel it in her soul. Sucking in a cleansing breath, she pulled away, shrugging him off. Thank God, she didn't have to stick around to find out how truly disgusting Dillon coul

and she started telling us how we were supposed to treat our children like we were in 1912. I felt sick. I felt like I was about to release what I had just eaten last night because I didn't believe people like this still existed. And the way that pastor Elijah's wife kept glorifying her husband, like he wasn't even human like he was another being... I really think she worshipped him instead of worshipping God.

"Gulaab, hum nahi jaante humne aapke saath kal raat kya kiya. Lekin, hum kabhi nahi chahte the vo sab. Hum bass aapko or Ibrahim ko saath dekhke khafa the. Or apne khwabgah me aake mandira nosh farma rahe the. Hume bass itna yaad hai ki hum pee rahe the or aap aayi thi. Humne kabhi nahi socha tha... Ki hum aapke saath kabhi bhi esi ghinoni harkat karenge. Begum hai aap hamari. Aap to kya hum kisi bhi aurat ko chune se pehle das bar sochenge. Naa jane humse ye gunah kese ho gyaa. Hum nahi jaante ki humne aap kitna dard kal raat. Lekin, hum aapse bass itna kehna chahte hai ki aapko pasand karne lage hai... Or aap jo bhi saja dengi Hume manjoor hogi. Chahe to hamari jaan le lijiye." "Gulaab, I

All basic and all fair of course. “I don’t want a wife who will be a bitch all the time, who won’t fight tooth and nail to get her way,” Giovanni spat out and Val gritted her teeth. She wasn’t always bitchy, but he always lit a fuse under her. In fact, he was probably one of the few who really ever saw that side of her, and that’s just because he had a tendency to push the buttons. “I wouldn’t want a husband who slept his way through half the female population either.”

But Delilah had to come out with her spoilt attitude, "Hey! We came together, and we'll stick together." And, if that wasn't enough, Evangeline was about to speak up. But, honestly, I didn't care enough to listen to her. I just wrapped my arm around my wife and dragged her away from those two. Those two had their husbands wrapped around their pinkies and now they were corrupting my wife too. She struggled in my hold, "What are you doing?!" she whisper-yelled. "Ah, is that the famous Mrs. Mancini?" Congressman Kane asked with a shit-eating grin.

I can clearly see how evil he can be through his eyes, and I can't do anything but to accept his evilness. Slowly, I opened my mouth. He grinned and shove his length inside my mouth as he groaned. “Oh, d*mn! Your mouth is so warm, sweetheart.” I felt so disgusted. I was tempted to bite him, but I thought of my brother. In the end, I squeezed my eyes closed as he started disrespecting my dignity again. My heart is clenching with every tear escaping my eyes. The fact that my husband is doing this to me makes me wanna end my life.

She lifted her head and glimpsed at her husband's face, then she sunk in her middle finger in her vagina. "Huuuuuuuuuh!" She moaned softly. "Batard Depinn should not be let to keep her, my papa." "Why?" "Batard Depinn is evil." She replied in her frantic voice. "Tricy my love, I buy your anger and purged emotion, but you can not say that a man is evil just because he has the gold and sets the rules. It is his compulsory commitment if he must have the gold forever." She fiddled with Tricy's hair.

He started to point at the faces, moving with the practiced ease of a man giving a battle briefing. “This is Viktor Sokolov,” Vlad said, pointing to an older man whose face carried the dissipated look of self-indulgence. “The current oldest living Sokolov. He is known for his countless flings, a cheater who openly flaunts his mistress right in front of his wife. Rumor said that he even kicked out his wife and fucked a slut on their marital bed while his wife was forced to listen to their moans next door.” A flicker of genuine revulsion crossed my face. I had no memory of morality, but something about that specific cruelty struck a nerve. “A shameless jerk,” I scoffed, disgusted.