Gorgeous Wife Novels & Stories

It was every woman's dream to marry my husband and I was so privileged that I got to marry him too as he had been my childhood crush. But who would tell that the drop-dead gorgeous Adrian Graham, who was the star at every social event barely spoke to his wife? Adrain didn't give a shit about how I was living. He didn't even know my birthday, and he never asked. Every second in that house was tormenting as I kept on thinking about ways I would make him see me, at least then I'd know there was hope of him loving me. "I'd never love you, Sonya Adams, I detest you, stop trying." My dark-haired husband told me months ago. But right now, I was pregnant, and he would definitely love me.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her.

Except for my mark that I had blessed her with nights prior to our wedding. Even in her natural state, my wife was beautiful. She looked to be a painting- an angel. Her features seemed so innocent- her full lips, her button nose and her perfectly clear skin. Her dark brown complexion that almost blended in with the dark and her flowing long hair that was fanned beneath her head on my bedding. She contrasted so beautifully against the white bedding and such a sight caused a stirring in my groin.

“I know you’re super happy on the inside!” “A beautiful young woman? Who?” Fane was surprised for a moment before he replied, “I think the only beauties I know are the two of you and my wife. Oh, right—and the Goddess of War, Lana. Still, she’s definitely not either of you, and she’s definitely not Lana. My wife is already married to me… So who on earth could it be?” “Sharon George. Didn’t you help her to lose weight? Now that she’s successfully lost weight, she’s much prettier now!”

A smile spread across her face, and her joy reflected in the rhythmic waves. The cold ocean breeze gently blew her long brown hair back, tugging at her white nightgown and shaping it against her skin. It revealed the curves of her body, highlighting her bell-shaped breasts and feminine figure as if she were unclothed. After taking in the refreshing ocean air, her gaze shifted from the waves to a wedding picture in a golden frame on the wall. There stood her beloved husband, Lucas. Their love story was a dream come true for every young lady with a similar background like hers. Lucas had transformed her worst day into something beautiful and profound. Their marriage was a shining example of a

She was my Rebellious Heiress, my Queen. She suddenly stirs and moves her head to the side while mumbling something incoherent, and a smile spreads over my face. Elena was the most beautiful woman in the world and I had the privilege of now calling her my wife, my real wife. Her words of acceptance still on repeat in my head, as well as her calling out my name in ecstasy.

“As is my wife, who I seem to have lost yet again tonight.” He’d married a Fae woman named Jasmine, and they had two adorable babies together. Jasmine was a unique woman—stunningly beautiful, sultry, and a card sharp. If she was truly missing from the party, she was most likely holed up in the parlor taking the Fae Lords for all they were worth. Needless to say, I liked the woman.

STRIKER “You look stunning tonight, my wife.” I strolled my gaze at her from head to toe. She picked the black glittery floor-length gown and put on a set of diamond jewelry to complete the look. Her makeup wasn’t overdone, just the way I liked it. The hairstylist just enhanced the natural wave of her hair. “You’ve said that three times already.” She smiled at me, the kind when she was amused. “You’re not bad yourself, husband. And I have something for you.”

AURACIO I look at this beautiful woman, my wife. She is even more beautiful than the last time I saw her. Her hips have filled out more, her breasts have become fuller, and she seems truly fulfilled far away from me. My heart clenches a little when I realize this.