Good Husband Book Novels & Stories

She walked over to the counter and leaned over. Before she could speak, she heard the man speak. “Hazel, this book is amazing. The husband really deserves what his wife did to him. But I hope she forgives him and they go back to how they used to.” Amber frown her brows and looked towards the direction of where the man sat. “Why don’t you read on and find out,” Amber heard Hazel say and when she turned her head back to look at her, she saw a smile on her lips and she became confused.

I’d cook, decorate, wait… and end up eating alone. The first year, I told myself he was busy. The second, that he was tired. The third and fourth, I told myself love requires patience. But tonight, I was just tired — tired of waiting, tired of pretending, tired of being married to a man who only existed in name. The soup had gone cold when I finally heard the sound of the front door unlocking. My heart jumped before my mind caught up. I quickly stood, wiping my hands on the apron. Nicholas walked in, wearing his usual gray suit. His tie was loose, his face unreadable. He didn’t even glance at the table.

Our garments gradually fell away, and the instant our bodies drew close, Zachary’s thoughts were laid bare to me. “How exceedingly pleasant. So this is what it’s like to be joined with one’s wife. I do not wish to let go. Her voice is like music to my ears. Her eyes are red with tears, and she softly begs me to be gentler. I wish this moment could last forever.” Zachary, being the only son of a general, possessed remarkable endurance. He did not release me until well past midnight. Even when I could scarcely lift a hand from sheer exhaustion, he remained composed and untroubled as he gathered me into his arms and tended to me.

June June was someone who had a rough time in school. She was not too sharp with books yet not so bad. But she was in a place where people, were judged by academics and she wasn't given enough opportunity to do anything, there were people pulling her down frequently. People around were too shallow to let her be. She was that unnoticed girl who was like invisible to everyone. Her presence din't really affect anyone but nor did her absence. She thought she wouldn't make any friends in her life ever. Yet in her final two years of High School she managed to make pretty decent friends. She loved and cherished memories of those awesome people. For her love was something magical, she thought when s

“Especially Hunter. He’s turned out to be such a faithful husband. You must be so proud.” “Oh, he is—he’s always been such a good boy, you know. So well-mannered, so responsible… not like other men who lose their way so easily. I raised him right. He knows how to treat his family, how to provide, how to carry himself with dignity. And the way he takes care of you—honestly, not every woman gets that kind of devotion. You really are a lucky woman.” "Yeah," I murmur, my smile now feeling more like a mask. "I sure am."

He asked, yawning as he closed his and slipped the cap onto the open pen, he leaned back into the chair as I set my phone onto the table. "It was good... a bit boring", I said, trying to cover the real truth. I had never called a book boring in my lifetime, but with him in front of me, everything else became boring to look at or even do. "How was your book?" I asked, and he began telling me how the book was, and I listened intently hoping he kept analyzing his book. He proved my theory right, everyone in The Great Gatsby was somewhat mentally ill, they were no good guys or girls, just people getting by.

She'd never had the heart to send me away, but she lived in fear that her own daughter was already dead. Eventually, I found the Decker family. Vera was relieved, but her health still declined. After crying myself exhausted, I pulled a bread roll from my pocket and took huge bites. A group of people passing behind me laughed at me, then a hand suddenly reached out from the corner. "I'm sick of fancy restaurant food. Share that with me. Let's try something else." Later, I learned that he was Jeremy Grant, the man the Decker family had chosen as my future husband.

She turns to the man, her brown orbs glistening with mischief and she leans into the man's touch, pressing back on his body to seek friction. She wants to ignore whatever voice in her head telling her not to do something stupid but stupid is fun, stupid feels good, it feels amazing to make bad decisions. When you make bad decisions, half of the time, they are things you badly want to do so why not finally do them and think about the consequences later. That's exactly what she wanted to set her mind on and it was working perfectly for her so far seeing there was a hunk of a man behind her, pressing into her and she was doing likewise and God- does he smell unbelievably good.

I signed up for some classes, made new friends. When I've got time, I help Claire out and cook up something nice. She keeps telling me not to overdo it. Slips me cash, says, "Go treat yourself." I ended up staying for two months straight. Can't lie—I bet Janet was losing her mind without me there. *** Third-Person POV The apartment was empty. Just Janet left. Asher recovered and moved out with his classmates. Without Harlan holding everything together, the place fell apart. Dirty laundry stacked up everywhere. The sink was crammed with dishes, the air sour and stale.

that he really started to take things seriously. Turns out his mother's been right. The night he came back, Grace didn’t even recognize him in the hallway. In that moment, he realized he might’ve been the worst kind of husband—present in name only. So, out of respect and basic decency, he resolved to be better. A responsible man. But the more time he spent with her, the more he realized—she wasn’t half as difficult as people made her out to be. People called her a cheetah, fierce and high-maintenance, but she was more like a spoiled Persian cat—demanding in the most endearing way, as long as you gave her enough care and attention.