Evil Husband Glutton Wife Novels & Stories

I said instead, which was true, and considerably safer than anything else sitting on my tongue. "I'm not hungry." "Elena." I crossed the room, stopped close enough that she had to look up, and watched her brace for whatever she assumed was coming, an accusation, the kind of pressure I'd have applied without hesitation to anyone else who'd walked out on me at three in the morning without explanation. I didn't apply for it. "Whatever happened last night. Whatever that man told you. You don't have to tell me tonight. But I need you to understand I'm not a man who reacts well to being managed, and I'm considerably less dangerous to you as an ally who knows the whole truth than as a husband slowl

"Of course. Husband, I also don’t mind if you flirt with women. Haven't you been with your mistress too long, especially since she's pregnant? You can't touch her, right? I'll introduce you to another pretty woman, how—ah." Senna was suddenly pushed down into the car seat. "Evander, what are you doing?" "Senna, instead of finding me another woman, why not offer yourself to me?" Evander stroked Senna's cheek, but she slapped his hand away. "Even if you were the last man on earth, I'd never give myself to you!" Senna's gaze was icy and full of hatred. "Is that so? You'll regret those words after being with me." Evander moved his hand from her cheek to her chin. "Let's see!"

His eyes remained looking fixedly straight into my soul before he placed a hand on my shoulder, fondling it softly. “Well, who ever killed does not matter to me.” he darkly said. “Now, let’s all get straight to the point here, Natasha.” he mentioned my name with revolt before clearing his throat. “Where is that pesky dog?” I gritted my teeth, “My husband is not a pesky dog. He is a human.” “Oh!” he looked amused while watching my reaction, “You think that beast is a human? That man-slaughtering behemoth is a human?” he looks taken aback while he placed his hand above his chest. I inhaled sharply then look around.

A slow, condescending smile curved her lips as she looked down at me, her eyes dripping with sheer contempt. "You really believe you're playing the devoted mother now, don't you, Abigail?" Vienna purred, her voice dropping into a dangerous, weaponized whisper. "It’s tragic, really. You wake up with a blank brain, put on a sweet little smile, and pretend the last ten years never happened." "I am her mother," I declared fiercely, holding my ground. "And I am Liam's wife." Vienna let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed off the high ceilings. "Wife? You are a temporary glitch in the system, Abigail. A broken woman living on borrowed time. You need to step back and stay away from Liam before y

Her eyes are demanding and unfriendly as she stares at me. “I’m his wife,” I put much emphasis on the wife so she would know who I am, “and who are you.” “I’m his lover.” For someone standing in an unwanted territory, she seems kind of confident if you ask me. I raise a brow, feeling half surprised and half disgusted, then I snap, “His whore, you mean?” I spit out before I can stop myself, my anger rising. “Maybe if you were woman enough, he wouldn’t have had to come and get some of these.” She fires back, pointing to her exquisite body.

For her it wasn't the Thunder that she knew, in almost a year of being together as a married couple, Thunder didn't do such a thing to her. She felt hatred towards her husband now! She loathes him! She regrets marrying a rapist! "Ohhh Ahh, fuck fuck. Ahhh. Ahh." her husband moans as if he's in so much pleasure. After one last thrust, her husband stopped already at what he was doing and quickly left on the top of Jewel and lay down on the bed. Thunder almost gasped as he closed his eyes. The rope in her hands started to lose so she pulled and removed it. She hugged herself while crying, she couldn't believe that her husband Thunder could do this to her.

••Athara•• The cacophony of the broken glass reigned inside his office. I wanted to escape but I couldn't do so. I am locked with this evil. I am locked with my evil husband. "Let me go," I pleaded. "No, Athara! I won't let you go now. Do you think that I will be easy on you!? I will not! You are not just my wife but my slave, bitch!" my husband, Mister Theron Duffins shouted.

“You all right?” I stretched out my blood-covered arms. My shirt and pants were drenched. My fingers ached when I wiggled them. I smiled wryly. “My wife has been fucking her half-brother our entire marriage, Daniele.” My words died in my mouth, my throat becoming dry. Felix got up with a wince. He stepped over the corpse and almost slipped on the blood. “Fuck,” he growled before he stopped in front of me. He held out his hand.

he shouted, fury flashing in his eyes. Kevin looked equally hostile. At that moment, all I could think about was putting an end to these two. There was no room for words. I swung my fist again, but this time, Mark caught my punch. "Jason, if you keep this up, I won't hold back." Mark squeezed my fist while narrowing his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them. "How dare you mess around with my wife! I'm gonna kill you!" I struggled against his grip, my face twisted in frustration.

"Huh worth_less b_bitch." "SHUT UP YOU MOTHERFUCKER! HOW DARE YOU TO_" "Huh. l_look wh_who is t_tal_king." "He is my husband!" "T_the b_bastard son o_f a m_man wh_whore and a s_slut." "At least he is not a rapist who takes advantage of innocent girls!"