Romans & histoires Goblins Wife

My pride felt like it had been struck by a truck. Goodness. How did I even end up in this situation? I waited until the goblin calmed down. His crying went on for a few minutes and I couldn’t help thinking how ironic it was. Despite his nature as a goblin where they are hailed as a scary creature, he seems too vulnerable and weak. But between us, I really should be the one who’ll be crying here. I cleared my throat when his sobs stopped, “So…you mean to say I am your fated wife, so I am here locked because tomorrow is our wedding?”

The goblin demanded an explanation from Celea but before she could say anything any further their conversation was interrupted by a very anxious husband " My darling don't listen to this imposter she is saying that to trick you. I'm telling you" He was now trying to somehow stop whatever may come out of this situation " YOU SHUT UP I'M DEALING WITH YOU LATER!" angrily shouted the wife to her husband while Celea was looking at the drama making some funny shocked facial expression at their conversation " Tell me more" This time the goblin was looking at Celea expecting the answers she wanted " Of course"

Every head turned as we entered. I felt their eyes like physical touches—assessing, curious, hostile. The mystery wife. The nobody. The gold-digger. Adrian navigated the room with the ease of a king, exchanging terse greetings, introducing me with a curt, “My wife, Elera.” I smiled until my cheeks ached, my hand clenched around the stem of a champagne flute I had no intention of drinking. Then, I felt the atmosphere shift. A ripple moved through the crowd near the entrance, a subtle parting of the sea. The murmurs changed, became sharper, more interested.

Smoke clouds drifted through the room like ripped and torn patches of fog. Nio headed for the nearest empty table, but before he could reach it a small woman slammed into him and a pair of pleading eyes looked up just as an empty jug flew through the air, aiming for her head. The small creature was a goblin, no taller than his waist, thin and slender, with a long-curved nose and small eyes the same olive color as her skin. It was impossible to guess her age. She had a few patches of black hair on her head and the woolen dress she wore was at least two sizes too big, held in place with an intricate design of ropes that stretched from her shoulder to her waist. The dress was once probably whit

My buddy, Jayden Jenkins, has come over to my place again to mooch a free meal. It is scorching hot outside, and I am sweating over the stove in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Jayden is lounging in the air-conditioned living room. After biting the tip off a strawberry, he pulls my wife, Willow Simpson, into his arms and casually pops the rest into her mouth. "Here, Willow. Help me finish it," he says with a wicked grin. "It's rare enough that this cheap bastard Caius finally buys strawberries. Now he'll complain that I wasted one if I don't finish it." I wipe the sweat from my forehead and glance toward the living room, just in time to see Willow swallow the half-eaten strawberry. The thing

The woman folded her arms and smirked at her, acting like she won a battle. Meanwhile, Gabriel immediately rose from his seat and strode to her side. His hand then snake around her waist and leaned in to kiss her forehead. Sabrina gasped at his action. Even though it was not on the lips this time, still, her body instantly froze realizing that he did it again in front of not just one person but many. What's worse? His family was there as well. “I’d like you to meet my wife,” Gabriel's deep and firm voice reverberated. “This is Sabrina Mondragon, my lawful and legal wife,” he added.

So they spun the perfect story—both girls were their biological daughters, separated at birth in a hospital mix-up. Everyone bought it. Lucia and Alice—'twins.' Alice shot a nervous glance at Lucia, afraid she'd finally spill the truth. But Lucia didn't say a word. She just turned and walked into the hunting grounds without looking back. Only then did Alice exhale and quickly shift gears. "Anyway, enough about that. Let's go hunting! I heard there's a white fox out here," she said, voice light and sweet. "Legend says if you catch one and gift it to your beloved, you'll never be apart."

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

Giselle's betrayal had wounded me deeply, akin to having my legs and feet cut off, but with my wife's love, I had the strength to endure and move forward. As night fell, our dinner proved to be just as delightful as the meal before. I discovered that my wife had been the mastermind behind these exquisite dishes, filling me with pride and admiration. She was more than a decent woman; she was a dependable, intelligent, and loving wife—everything I could ever wish for. She was my rock, and I had no desire for anything more. Later in the evening, Zara and I ventured out under the enchanting glow of the full moon. The night sky stretched before us, revealing a tapestry of stars, a sight rarely se

she whispered, but I heard her, and she get the paper from my hand. "I made that on the day that I offered you, just to my luck. Since you have your terms and conditions that I already put it in there, now you have to consider all of my terms and conditions too regarding this contract marriage. The number one on the contract, once we got married it says there that I will be the one to be in charge. It's not you, but it's me. Especially when my family is there, friends, and Mang Danny, your father--"