Gorgeous Wife Novels & Stories

“This place is beautiful.” He doesn’t respond at first. He just stares at me with that same heated look that’s been burning through me since we left the hotel. My center is sore from how much sex we've had but my cunt can't help but throb when he looks at me like he wants to devour me again and again. “The island’s nice,” he says finally, kissing my collar bone. “But not as beautiful as my wife.” I roll my eyes, though my heart is doing flips in my chest.

He too looked charming in his new bib and turkey, but Jina looked exceptional. "Hooray, Wow! You are stunningly beautiful, my dear, extremely gorgeous. He said with raised eyebrows. "I am drooling right now!" He remarked walking gently towards her. "Thanks my sweet charming husband, the most handsome man in the universe," she claimed and gave him a coquettish look. Richard gazes at his adorable wife and then lingered at her neck. He rapidly strode to the drawer which he opened quickly. He thrust his hand in it and got something that he hid behind his back. He looked at Jina and smirked

HUDSON'S POV When I awoke and beheld my wife's enchanting visage, an involuntary, beaming smile illuminated my face. What a splendid morning! She resembled a serene pagan goddess in the midst of her beauty. Her lips, not as ample as the coveted Angelina Jolie's, possessed a distinct allure with a full lower lip and a slender upper lip, radiating a sensuous and attractive charm reminiscent of moist pomegranate seeds. Her nose boasted a duchess-like elegance, a highly sought-after feature among celebrities. Yet, my wife's was naturally flawless, a divine endowment.

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

They are a family, but she can’t be Nikolai’s wife. Nikolai gets something from his drawer and gives it to her. It was only then that she noticed that Nikolai had been wearing a gold ring on his finger. “We’re a complete family, Belle. We’re married. That means you’re still my wife.” He said, giving Belle back her wedding ring.

Grabbing her chin, I force her to look at me, “My sweet, beautiful, Ellie. Don’t hide from me.” “How can you say that I’m beautiful?” Ellie asked. I lightly run my fingers over Ellie’s thigh, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve met Ellie. I love when the sun hits your hair, and you can see the golden strands. Your eyes are always soft.” “You had women more beautiful than me,” Ellie replies. I shake my head, “That’s impossible. You have models jealous of you.” Ellie blushes, “They are jealous because I’m married to you.”

I had spent years in rooms full of people who said everything except what they meant and had started to think that was just how things worked. Mara Ellison apparently did not get that memo. ************** Dorothy called Tuesday morning to tell me she liked her. "She's careful," my mother said. "But not cold. There's a difference." "I know." "Do you?" It wasn't a question. "Elias, she's been alone with that child for three years. She built everything by herself and she's still standing. Do you understand what that takes?" "Yes." "I don't think you do yet." She paused, and I heard her breathe in the particular way she did when she was choosing her next words carefully. "She looked at you twice

She was small, energetic, and carried herself with the unmistakable confidence of someone who had earned the right to ignore her age. “There you are.” She embraced Elena warmly before stepping back. “I was beginning to think those important meetings had stolen you.” “They tried.” Elena laughed. “But I escaped.” Only then did the older woman notice Adrian. Her eyes narrowed with theatrical suspicion. “And who is this handsome stranger?” Elena looked momentarily uncertain. “This is my husband…” She paused almost imperceptibly before finishing. “…Adrian.” The hesitation lasted less than a second. It still reached him. Mrs. Alvarez welcomed them inside without another question.

"Huh? What do you mean by savor?" Alden seemed to nod slowly. "I... for the first time, see you without a hijab. My God, I just found out that all this time you have such long and beautiful hair. Not to exaggerate, but I feel hypnotized. I never imagined that my wife is not only beautiful. But, indeed incredibly beautiful." Aurora blushed with a flushed face. What had her husband been created from? He was so clever at melting her heart, both in words and actions.