Feminized Husband Story Novels & Stories

“This is the reason I’m telling you to make your marriage work out, Diana he’s your husband, your man.” “Don’t you get it, Harmony, I’ve lost even before starting you said he’s my man and husband, which husband had sex with his wife on their wedding night and gave her pills the next morning, telling her it was a mistake, and he wouldn’t have touched me if he wasn’t drugged and since then, he hasn’t touched me.

I pause and observe her curious face. “He is impotent?” She speaks excitedly. “No, but his sperm counts were low to become a father. The doctor advised him to follow a routine and take medications and the egoistic man who has been desperate for a son thinks that his sperm counts increased in a very less time. He doesn’t know that his young, beautiful wife has ridden almost every dick in this house even the eighteen years old cleaner in order to get pregnant for him.” I tell her the truth.

How deliciously ironic that my wife, Marina, had chosen this seemingly ordinary girl as a pawn in her twisted game – paying her to seduce me and bear my child, all in a misguided attempt to conceal her own infertility. Good grief. I exhaled the smoke. Foolish. Did she truly believe I was unaware of her inability to conceive? I had known from the very beginning, yet I played the oblivious husband, allowing her to maintain her delusions. It was a small price to pay for the additional power and influence our marriage afforded me in the cutthroat world of politics. My gaze drifted back to the photographs. An abusive father who had lost an arm in his greedy habit and now languished in prison, and

Once word got out about the divorce filing, the whole of Sicily's inner circle lit up. The Hartley heir filing for divorce, the Calloway daughter shown the door: that kind of story traveled fast in any world. Within three days it had made the rounds of every dock, every street corner, every card table.

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

His eyes drifted to my belly. "You need to take responsibility for this, Adam," I said, looking him in the eye. "You have to marry me." His lips parted. For a second, I got distracted with his red lips. Damn. I knew how good those lips were. "You're insane, Claire. How could you think of marriage when we don't even know each other?" I just arched my brow. "But you got me pregnant. You need to take responsibility for this." He let out another curse, then tilted his head upward. He looked at the night sky for a few minutes. I saw how his Adam's apple moved. "Fine. I'll father your child," he said, meeting my eyes. "But I won't marry you."

Hashtag cheating couple, hashtag thieves, hashtag trying to steal my inheritance. Below, she said, this is a very short story. My name is Angel, and the man in this video is my husband, Finn. For years, my mom and I were separated, but when we finally reunited, she asked me to marry Finn, whom she has always considered as her son. Out of respect for my mom, I agreed to marry Finn, whom my mom made CEO of her company. 60% of the shares of my Mother's company belonged to me and she gave Finn 20%, because he's my husband.

I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite. "Hmph, we will never know once you try." "Well just promise not to hit any guys. Remember you already have your husband." "Yeah yeah, girl of course I know. I'll be careful I promise. ಠ_ಠ what kind of woman do you think I am." "Hehe Kidding. Ok then. See you later then" At work, I just finished turning off the sound system and I heard a conversation nearby. "Hey did you hear we are gonna have a drama together?" Yohan's excited voice boomed.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

“You don’t get to ask questions. You don’t get answers. You don’t get me.” The glow fades. But the damage is done. Both of us feel it. Something inside me shifted. Something real. Something dangerous. He rakes a shaky hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t walk away like this,” he says. “Not when things are this complicated.” “Complicated?” I laugh dark, humorless. “You mean because your mistress is pregnant?” His face tightens. “This isn’t fair.” “Oh, no,” I say. “Fair would have been honest. Fair would have been telling me before the world found out. Fair would have been treating me like your wife.”