Goblin Wife Novels & Stories

After all, I couldn't care less about whether or not she was a werewolf because, so far as I'm aware, my mother did not raise me to be oppressed by someone. She had lifted her right hand and was going to slap me when the restroom door unexpectedly opened. When an elderly woman walked in, she was taken aback by what she was about to do. "What exactly is going on here?" the elderly woman, Gabriel's wife, inquired. Her fiery eyes faded away when she recognized Gabriel's wife, and she bowed her head with her right hand, lowering her right hand to her chest. "Mrs. Moore, there is absolutely nothing going on here. Just to clarify, we're talking about Prince Viktor's destined bride "He told a lie.

The goblin closes his eyes out of fear, but he bit his lip and tries to keep himself from spilling the information he knows. “You see my goblin friend, my captain, the king of pirates and the commander of the Translucent Sun has tasked me with extracting information about an informant of ours. She is apparently a gorgually and goes by the name of Vetra.” He lets out a soft sigh from his lips and looks at the next space where he is going to draw the knife if he did not have the information that he needed. “Where is she?” Truth be told, the goblin did not know but he knew that if he gave anything to the enemy, he was a dead man. “I don’t – “His voice is cut off from the pain that reaps down hi

Gareth let out a good laugh, “Both of you must be insane. Don’t tell me you believe those fairy tales of the Drudge?” “Gareth,” Bola grunted at him, and his laugher died. The woman they had rescued was glaring at Gareth now. Her anger, heating up slowly. The word Drudge was an insult to the people. They hated the word as well as they hated their own feces. “The power of Gini is not a fairy tale,” The woman said. She sounded calm. The anger on her blue eyes seemed to have ebbed away, “My husband had seen it once.”

He asked in a teasing manner. She wanted to throw her macaron at him, but recalling Agathus’ warning voice she held back with a frown. Alastair was glad to see that Alexis didn’t return his behaviour with a smile. ‘I should give Agathus that bonus’ he thought with a smile. ‘But more importantly…’ he frowned, knowing how difficult goblin infestations were to control. Countless deaths had been at the hands of those extremely small but strong beings. A goblin was the result of a feral dwarf. They lose their mind and shy away from the sun and then their skin changes colour and they attack any humans on sight.

The woman greeted her while she was with Amethyst and Agatha, scrolling around to entertain all the guests. “Thank you so much,” she gladly replied. “I can't believe that you got married to Gavin Clyborne,” the other woman said. They are all familiar with their faces. They are from one of the powerful clans who are addicted to wealth and power. The three Gabriels could see how much they wanted to have a connection with the Clybornes. “Why? Is there a problem with that?” Amethyst asked. She was obviously asked that sarcastically, but she refused to erase that polite smile on her face.

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

She leaned back into him gratefully, letting him support her weight, and felt his chin come to rest on the top of her head. Whitmore slid the paper toward them, tapping a specific section. "Nineteen twenty-three, a woman named Elizabeth Hartwell made a bargain with a death entity—ten years to save her dying child. When the ten years were nearly up, she discovered a text, an old grimoire that had been in her family for generations. In it was a single line that changed everything." Seraphine felt Lucien's breath catch, felt the way his arms tightened around her middle almost convulsively. "What did it say?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter th

The last camera flash went off, and just like that, the wedding was over. A light touch brushed against my elbow, and I turned slightly to see one of the wedding coordinators—gesturing me quietly toward a side exit. “You need to go now, Mrs. Kingston” The words hit me like ice water. They sounded foreign. Like someone had spoken them to the wrong person. I have a name. A real one. But in this world, it didn’t seem to matter anymore. Lorelie Montgomery no longer existed. Here, I was just “the wife.” The new accessory to Sebastian Kingston’s perfect public image.

Everyone wanted someone as wonderful and devoted as him to fall in love with them. But it was all a lie. Returning to the present, I felt my stomach churning. Something was threatening to spill out of me. I fled to the bathroom and puked my guts out. I was still in the bathroom when I heard the commotion outside. In the heavy silence of the room, the familiar voice rang out with unusual clarity. "My wife prepared a surprise for me. It should be right here in this room."