Feminized Husbands Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I had ended up being hospitalized with stomach bleeding. As his wife, I never slacked off for a single day. For three years, I gave everything I had and pushed the company to go public. At the celebration party, he held me and cried. “Anna, I was born unable to have children. I can never give you a child, yet you still married me and fought beside me through thick and thin. “I swear on my life that I will never forsake you!" In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades.

"I want you. Don't deny me this. Make me feel like a woman again." "And what about your husband?" I swallowed hard and managed a feeble answer. I didn't want to disrespect her. Her face clouded with uneasiness and she took a sip of her drink. "What about him? Do you think I was lying to you when I told you I have a deadbeat as a husband?" I could tell she was getting annoyed from her tone and her brows that pulled into an annoyed frown. "He's nothing more than his sperm donor. Do you know how many girls that idiot has cheated on me with? Apparently, he has a fetish for younger girls. You know how insulting that made me feel."

It was the contraceptive my husband, Damien, insisted I take whenever he makes love to me and most of the time, I take these pills daily. Damien. My husband, my mate, my Alpha. The man the Moon Goddess herself had chosen for me. He was everything a woman could dream of; strong, protective, and devastatingly handsome. With his storm-gray eyes and jet-black hair, he commanded attention effortlessly. He had a way of making me feel cherished, adored even. Every time he looked at me, it was like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I have spent two years with him in this marriage.

He had seduced me into breaking my vow of fidelity. He continued, “Just think. A man has his woman, his wife. It’s a primitive thing. He’s the only one who strips her naked, the only one who gets to make love to her, to put his penis in her vagina and squirt his seed into her womb. To take her, to get her to abandon her faithfulness is a unique accomplishment. I don’t need the husband to know I’ve made it with his wife. It’s nothing against the husband. It’s doing something, reaching a very difficult goal. To get a woman to give it up. To be the second man, after her husband to put my semen in her womb, to enjoy the carnal pleasures of her body, that’s the really rewarding accomplishment.” “

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

"Exactly. Everyone knows what it is like in this industry. Besides, Ms. Kidman is Mr. Moore's wife. I'm sure she would know better than us, right?" Every one of them fancied themselves to be a chivalrous gentleman with upright morals, when in reality, they were just seasoned veterans in a world of power and profit, experts at reading the wind and shifting their stance. They tried to wash their hands clean in just a few sentences. Yvonne could not be bothered with them. She nudged me with her chin, hinting for me to deal with it on my own. I snickered and looked at Jason. "You hear that? All the VIPs recognized me as your wife. Care to explain this new family member?"

so I have to drug him. When Amanda and her husband divorce, I chat her with another F******k account. She fall in love with anonymous F******k user again. Which is me.I relocated,and ask her to come visit. She relent at first, but later agree,that night I drug her so she can forget her family. Since then she forget,she is now pregnant for me' the video end.Brenda is now crying same as dad ' I am the one at fault. I wasn't smart enough to listen to her own stand.I have stupidly watch as a man break my home, a home I had built for many years' daddy said.

“Later on, his wife then terminated her pregnancy and lived with that man for a decade. Ten years later, he had successfully risen to prominence. However, when he captured and brought his wife back, she was already almost nine months pregnant with the third child with her then-husband. Ever since then, that old man had had a fetish. He would deliberately look for pregnant women. “If I were to give Jane to him, she would definitely kill herself, with her temper . Not only that, but she also could kill her baby in her belly.

Gary wiped his face and chuckled. Then, he glared at me with a cold face. "Looks like you already know. But so what? We're now married. Even if we divorce now, I can still have half of your assets. Besides, during your pregnancy, I took control of all the company's business. I can become independent any time I want." I chuckled as well. If I hadn't allowed it, none of the key employees and the people who had studied abroad would listen to his orders.