Gathering Wives With A System Novels & Stories

"Did you know about Jared Sinclair?" "How could I have known?! I'm as surprised as you are. But I know a lot happened in here. What took place?" Mr. Taylor sat down again, and his wife went behind him, massaging his shoulders. He used to tell everything to his wife, at least everything she could tolerate and handle. She knew about the high possibility that they would take over the Graham's company. She hoped it wouldn't happen and wished that the marriage worked, that the Grahams wouldn't be left with nothing. She thought Robert was there that morning trying to salvage what was lost, both the marriage and his company. But she knew the conversation took a different turn. "Tell me, Henry. I'm

"My wife doesn't have to do anything. All she needs is us—her husband and son." Tabitha once believed, with absolute certainty, that she would be happy forever. But vows scattered like dust in the wind. Long ago, time had washed it away. The father and son who had once loved her so deeply had now built another home outside, with a female assistant. Time after time, they went to their little family reunions behind her back. Her husband of seven years would hold Summer Dabney's waist and call her "baby" in a soft, intimate voice, while the son she had carried for nine months would curl up in Summer's arms and sweetly call her "Ms. Dabney".

Instead of going out to find her on his own, they arranged to gather women from every pack to come to him. It was a game, one where both had much to win, but only the men had something to lose. Maybe it was their idea of balance. ” Because men are too lazy to walk to a woman these days, it’s easier to send a car to fetch them every ten years.” I knew it wasn’t. Those who joined the Harvest, if left without a wife at the end of the night, could not under any circumstances take another for the next decade. It had to happen at the ball, or not at all.

Damon blinked a few times and took a step back. His mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure of what to say. “She owns copyrights to a security system.” Ethan put his arm around me. Damon put his hands on his hips and frowned. “I’m going to need you to break it down for me.” “The Anderson System. More specifically, the Model G version for your understanding.” I said, hoping he didn’t freak out on me. “What is our security system…”

I signed to her, earning a broad smile. I looked around the circle and saw that most of the young wives and some of the old wives were enjoying themselves. After the conversation I had with Elijah and I spent about an hour in his arms, I texted Suzan so she would let the other wives know that we were going to have our gathering here in Elijah's mansion. At first, my plan was to text my sister Elizabeth so she would gather the rest of the wives for me, but because we were still in a very weird place, I was unable to convince myself to text her.

Angela Every women's dream is to have a perfect household. We won't settle for less for we women are destined for something bigger and brighter tomorrow for our family. That's how I look things up and continued to serve as a mother and a wife. But, I never thought that life will give me a fucked up challenge. "What? I thought Mr. Takahashi and I talked about this. He knew that I'm on a one-week vacation, right now. Hence, what's up with that old man!" I can't help to yell. "This is absurd," I said with an annoying voice.

Compared to Eliana, the woman Lorenzo had grown up with, my love barely even existed to him. I went to the study, opened my laptop, and unlocked a hidden folder. There was only one file inside—my divorce agreement. If it weren't for Luna, my pride would've made me send it ages ago. But she deserved a whole family, and I wanted to try one last time to keep it together for her. … At 10:00 am, the man in charge of the heir assessment called me. He kept stumbling over his words, like every sentence hurt to say.

Natalia said as she shut her laptop and started to lace around the room. Just how long would it take her stupid husband to come back home to his beautiful, obedient wife? “I can’t wait to see you back home, Mr Shaw.” She said softly to herself and giggled while playing with her fingers. It was definitely going to be a very long evening for the both of them whenever he decided to get home.

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue