Feminized Husbands Novels & Stories

"My dear wife, I'm wrong. I am worse than an animal. I am obsessed with sex. I'm sorry. I'm sorry—" He tried to explain himself. "Actually, I didn't do anything to her. I was just interrogating her." He had yet to take off his clothes or touch Debra; he could definitely lie through it! "Did you say you were interrogating her?" Yumi chuckled; she could not believe her ears. "Then what's with the food and wine? You've drugged her, haven't you?" Yumi knew her husband well. He was extremely lustful, and she could tell that he was lying at a glance.

“How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?” “That’s none of your business…” “Either way,” Arlington interrupted, his eyes never leaving me. “You’ve been married three years and no children. So, either you weren’t performing your husbandly duties or you have fertility issues. Three years is a long time without planting a seed, isn’t it?” “Remarkably long,” Adam chimed, shaking his head. “You two might think you know me, my relationship with Alice,” I stated, crossing my arms. “But you know nothing. That child is mine and nothing is going to stop me from being a father. Especially not my pathetic friend or my wife’s secret admirer.”

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

“How long have I been away? My husband divorced and remarried. And I didn’t know anything about it. That guy was unable to tolerate the sight of another woman. I thought you said he was fucking around? How did he get married? Life was more enjoyable while he was fucking prostitutes since I knew he would ask me to return, but he married. Who exactly is she?” “A beautiful young woman, about twenty years old, or younger. I’m just aware that she is Mrs. Grayston. I like the girl, she is good to Liam. Chris started doing things he had never done with you. I heard two months ago that he took over the whole Roberson empire because Jack Roberson was lusting over his wife in front of him.” “What did

"Did you think that you failed to qualify as the wife of the head of The Falcons only because you're naturally weak? "Truth be told, I was the one who made it such that you failed to qualify. Your hands shook, and you missed your targets during each physical training because I drugged you." "I made you weak, dull-witted, and vulnerable… All because I wanted Zachary to feel like you weren't good enough to him or worthy to be called the wife of their family's mafia boss." She patted my face gently as her eyes twinkled with glee. "It's such a pity that he still married you even though you're so weak that you failed their qualification tests three years in a row. That was really a surprise."

I never got pregnant. It frustrated my husband, and he didn’t hesitate to show it. I got hit, kicked, and spat on. I had heard every demeaning name a man could give to a lowly female. I took it all. But I didn’t stop making that herb potion, and I didn’t stop drinking it. Eventually, he grew tired of waiting and took in women as his mistresses. They came, one after the other. If, after a month, they could not get pregnant, they were cast out, and another one would come.

What no one could have anticipated, however, was just how far Naomi would go to make sure her relationship with Victor wasn’t disrupted. Despite being pregnant, Naomi now had clung to Victor the entire night, her behavior growing more possessive and aggressive as the hours wore on. She had been unwavering in her assertion of control, a far cry from the typical vulnerability that pregnancy might bring. Her actions, though intense were fueled by a fierce desire to secure her place in Victor’s life. To her, the future was clear, she and Victor would be married, no matter what the cost.

“Let it go, Mom. At least she’s ready before I completely lost my patience. Let’s just get this over with.” Aunt Isabella shook her head, exhaling sharply. “You’re right. Once she’s married into that family, all our problems will be solved. Not only will your father reap the benefits of being connected to them, but I’ll get the satisfaction of knowing that this pathetic excuse of a woman is tied to someone she truly deserves—an ugly, disabled man on the verge of losing everything.”

Carter had written: "Romantic pursuit, emphasis on exclusivity and future planning. Subject responds well to attention and validation. Projected timeline: engagement within 3 months, marriage within 6." He'd made a plan. Calculated exactly how long it would take to get me to marry him based on what I needed to hear. And I'd fallen for every word. I flipped to the other pages, saw the other women they'd targeted. Marcus's wife Vanessa, rated 9.2. Brandon's wife Lisa, rated 9.4. Derek's wife Amanda, rated 9.0. James had never married, had forfeited his stake. Five women reduced to numbers and strategies, five lives treated like game pieces in a bet worth fifty million dollars.

“There is no myth there. This was a traitor who came during an insurrection and made too many mistakes. This person has many regrets and again and again could not fulfill his obligations to his wife. This is why his wife left him for another and another and another.” “Hearing these words makes me wonder if you truly believe that this wife has given up on you. Or from the other’s face it sounds as if the husband has just decided to forget her.” “In this dynasty, women are not equal to men. They cannot take the imperial examination or hold office or open businesses. Intelligent women whom have the grit and worth to fight against men cannot serve me to my purpose as the future son of heav