Gorgeous Wife Novels & Stories

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.

Seeing Charles's reaction, she knew Jayme had definitely rubbed him the wrong way. "Please stop talking," Jayme's wife scolded with a nudge. "I must say, you're quite the beauty. You get more beautiful each time I look at you. You're really something!" Then, glancing quickly at Noelle, she added, "Mrs. Hoffman, my husband sometimes says the wrong thing. I hope you're not upset!" "Not at all!" Noelle replied with a smile. Jayme's wife peered at Noelle. "Oh, Mrs. Hoffman, are you pregnant?"

Victoria insisted on packing from some luxury Swiss brand. It made the whole place feel more like a glamping suite than a nylon dome pitched on a velvet field. The mattress beneath them was plush, too plush for camping, honestly—and Nathan had already pulled her into his arms like she was the most delicate thing in the world. “You’re staring at me. You have been doing it for the past hour.,” she whispered, brushing her fingers across his chest as his eyes roamed over her face like he was trying to memorize it again. “I’m allowed,” he murmured. “My wife is carrying my child. I have rights.” Rachel groaned playfully, burying her face in his neck. “You’ve been acting like I’m a national tre

It's a silent rule cause I don't want them to feel awkward having fans. 'What are you saying? I would love to help, especially if it's a fan of mine. It's like giving back to you for all the support and inspiration you gave me.' what's with this heartfelt statement? I keep my heart beating faster and make myself comfortable at his back. He smelled so good. He opened the door to his apartment. "I'm back." All the conversation started in Hangul but I understand it anyway. "Oh honey, welcome back. Who's that?" I finally see his mystery wife. He never discloses her to the public. She was so pretty in her straight black hair. She probably also just came back from the kitchen with the apron she wa

Laura beat him to the punch and it frustrated him how quick she was at these things. "No take back," she reminded him. "I was tired of being your fiancée so I decided to upgrade my status to wife. It took me a painfully long time to actually ask my father for some help to get everything done legally so don't complain! At least now you don't have to go through that blockhead to make me Mrs Boey. I did all the muscle work. Aren't you glad?"

Man, it was complicated! Admitting the truth would be way too mortifying. So Elio puffed up his chest and boasted, "Oh, absolutely! My wife isn't just a knockout; she's sweet as pie. Every night, she starts with a foot wash, follows up with a massage, and let's just say... she's amazing in every way, if you catch my drift..." The girls burst into giggles, throwing out compliments like confetti. "Wow, your lady sounds like the perfect wife and mom. She's incredible!"

Is she really that beautiful now? "Don't wonder why the attention of the audience is on you. You're the prettiest among the ladies here, wife. I know you're not confident so I want you to know how beautiful you are...not just today but also every single day ." Jacob tilted his head. Now he was staring into his wife's eyes. "I'm so into you, Freya Oligario-Gray."

I am ready to do everything and anything for her as long as she mentions it. Greece stares in her sleep and turns around, her long black hair falling all over her face. How can someone be this beautiful even without trying. I remember the day she dressed up to go and meet the priest with Fernando. I was so horny that day that I had to jack off at the thought of her. My wife is the prettiest woman to walk the face of the earth and I am not even kidding about that. I am going to make sure she enjoys this holiday, I am going to make sure I give her the best treatment from now on. I might be the Mafia boss but before that, I am her husband and that’s what matters the most.

With my wife. I love how she blushes whenever i call her 'wife'. I love how she puts love in her cooking. I love how she can made a room shine just by being in it. And i love the feel of her small hand in mine. Looking at her pale cheeks, I've always known how beautiful she is. From day one, i saw a beautiful woman but i was blinded by revenge to actually see her as anything more than a pretty face. No. My wife is not just a pretty face. She has a pretty heart too. Her past lets me know that she has a very troubled part of her life she doesn't wish to share. But in time, I'll know all there is to know about her.

The whole room was messy and the dawn was up there to welcome the new day. But one pair of eyes was not at rest. It was a beautiful sight for the Capo who was in the air of her wife.he was moonstruck at the gigglemug of his wife. She was preaky, heartsome yet bumfuzzled with many things poking her heart. HIS POV……ahead **There are no words for this woman I have! She is the epitome of beauty, compassion and love. The lit in her can make anyone down her knees.***