Flash Wife Novels & Stories

Episode three Serena felt blood rush to her ears at the word “ex” and the only thing she could hear was the thumping of her own heart, she had almost being slapped by her husband’s ex just one day into the marriage. She watched the cameras click and Damon push the woman in question aside as he grabbed her hand and ushered her into his father’s house. All of these were going on without her being fully aware of it, she was seeing stars and the slap did not even land.

Nate barely had time to catch her before they tumbled back onto the bed. She pounded a fist against his chest, which barely made an impact. “What was it, huh? You saw my card, my balance? That’s why you tricked me into this!” Nate met her glare, unruffled. Then, with a grin, “Sure, wifey. Let’s say I married you for your money. Because your personality’s not exactly charming.” She froze, stunned by his boldness. “You-!”

a tire swing smiling. She was about 4 in this picture and didn’t look like her life was miserable. Though if you looked closely you could see the bruises. He let the tears flow as more pictures came across the screen. All of her younger and you could see the bruises sometimes and the forced smiles in them. He held his son tighter as he continued to stare. There was one when she was first pregnant as a teenager, but she looked like an angel to him. Then pictures skipped to her travels where she met Alpha Duc, Vladimir, Lizzette and Marcus. The song changed to This Is Me form the Greatest Showman. The pictures now showed her in the time she met Jasmine and Jasper. She was smiling at the baker

Chase reached for her, grabbing her hips and impaling her on his twitching cock. “I love you I never want to be without you.” he breathed, watching her giving herself over to him as she moved on him, like a dancer, her back arched and the muscles on her stomach growing tighter with each stroke. “Oh Chase, I love you!” Christine cried, riding her orgasm until he exploded like fireworks inside her and she collapsed exhausted on his chest. Mason Pritchard slammed down the laptop screen. Chase Ward’s face was allover social media and on all the gossip and news sites.

Cute. If she thought this was punishment, I was just amused. Knowing there would be cameras everywhere and paparazzi watching, I played along. I took her hand and kissed it gently. “Dear wife, wait for me. Your husband will bring you juice.” My eyes caught the small flush rising in her cheeks. Smiling, I walked over to the refreshment area. As I stood by the juice table, my vampire senses picked up a new presence—two people had approached Agatha. I recognized them immediately: her ex-fiancé and her sister.

Although there was nothing explicit in the images, the implication was enough to provoke speculation about what might have happened in private. Whispers immediately broke out. “Isn’t that the young girl standing beside Old Master Willow?” “How does she even know him?” “How did she get into this social circle?” “Don’t you know? She’s Mr. Sterling’s newlywed wife! She must have come with him.” At the mention of Tiesto’s name, the volume of the gossip noticeably dropped by half. People might enjoy gossip—but no one wanted to offend Tiesto or dare openly criticize him. The poster made its way into Old Master Willow’s hands.

My step mother is fully glammed up and in a matching dress with her daughter. When I walk in, I open my mouth to speak but before I can speak, my father slaps me so hard across my face. The sound cracks through the room. Pain explodes across my face. My head snaps to the side. My ears ring. “Where have you been?” he shouts. “Do you have no shame? You cheat on your fiance two days before your wedding then you show up late today of all days and keeping everyone waiting. How stupid can you be?” I swallow, forcing my voice out. “I didn't do anything. I’m not getting married to him—”

I yank it out with wet fingers. 312 new notifications. The top one is a push alert: BREAKING: Whitford Tech CEO Theo Whitford announces college sweetheart Amara Quinn as “the woman I’ve always loved” in shocking on-stage kiss at anniversary gala. Wife Livia Whitford flees in tears. Video inside. There’s already a video. I click it because I’m weird. It’s worse in slow motion. Theo’s hand sliding into Amara’s hair. Her nails digging into his tux. The way he smiles into the kiss like he’s been starving for it.

“What the fuck is going on here? So we have a fight, and you come running to a prostitute?” "Oh, calm down, babe, chill; she’s my infertile wife.” He turned to the stripper, who planned to run, but I held her back by her hair. “Ouch!” She cried in pain. “I also didn’t tell you that my wife was strong.” He teased not caring as he took a sip of whatever he was drinking. The stripper was wearing a mask, so I couldn’t make out her facial features until my eyes landed on the birthmark on her wrist. I aimed to remove her mask, but she struggled. People instead of stopping us were cheering—including Clinton, who was now betting.

Clara stands up and sits on top of the table directly in front of me, never breaking contact with my skin. She sits straight, her breasts just within reach. Flash growls as she spreads her legs and drops one on either side of me. Her warmth pressing against my body. The soft skin of her thighs, the hem of her sheer skirt just barely covering the naked pussy underneath. My skin erupts in goosebumps and guilt riddles me as my cock swells fast and hungry against my pants. I close my eyes to try and shut out the view before me but Flash is panting and I’m fighting a losing battle as his thoughts flit through my mind. There’s no guilt in his mind, he sees Clara as his mate as much as Kacie.