Guide To Raise My Cutie Husbands Novels & Stories

My crazy tiger - so cute and sweet. She poked his cheek again. And again. Until finally, she lay back down beside him, placing his arm over her shoulders and snuggling close against his chest. 'Hehe, he's my husband. Only I get to hold him like this.' They drifted off to sleep peacefully in each other's arms. ***

And just like that, the hand I’d unknowingly been clutching slips from mine. "You can’t even take care of yourself properly," he mutters, voice stern. "Always crying." His fingers graze my forehead, checking for fever—but it’s that warmth that makes my chest tighten, not the touch itself. I catch his hand again, holding it to my cheek and rubbing softly as I pout. "Well, it seems my husband has made it his mission to stress his wife… what can I do?" He pulls his hand free and rises to his feet like the moment never happened.

"What will you do if she tries to touch me?" "I'll cut her hair and keep it in her hands." I furiously typed. "I don't think so wifey, Let's see. One more thing, I like your possessive side more than the fiesty one." His reply came. After reading his message I got a smile on my face. "You know my punishment.... Beware Mr. Husband." After reading this his smirk disappeared. Now, it's my turn to smirk. "Oye! You can't do this wifey. I can't live without touching you. Please have mercy on your poor husband," He sent the message with a sad emoji.

"Guys, the key to a spicy marriage is communication," Sarah Kate said to the girls. "You must tell your man if they hit the right spot!" As if in bed with her husband, she simulated, "That's it, lick it right there, gently, faster! Harder!" "You have to tease your men and keep the fire burning! And you don't want just the freaking torch for a fire. You want the whole inferno!" Kate exclaimed, adding more shrieks around their table.

“You need to serve your husband first, can’t you see that I am lonely?” “But…” “I was thinking of letting you buy that brown car that….” He didn’t get to finish as Encha had already sealed his lips with his. Keaton smiled as he saw this, it was just easy to coax his wife into doing anything. All he had to do was reveal his pampering side and all will be well. What can he do, after all this is his pampered devious consort and he will not get tired of her?

Don't talk back to your husband whenever you're angry because what you will destroy during the anger will be more than what causes the anger. 3. Always be considerate, respectful, and humble towards everyone including your husband. 4. Be romantic. And last but not the least Be strong because you were born and raised by a strong family.' "Alright baby, take good care of yourself and your husband. Call us whenever there is a problem, okay?" (There's a problem currently. Eddie lied to us about Adriano.) "Okay." I sniffed. "Hey, Gianna, are you crying? Are you okay?" My dad asked sharply.

He clinked glasses and chatted away, so happy that he was practically floating on Cloud Nine. Hugo sat beside me, wearing that annoyingly cheeky look. "So, are you really getting divorced for me? I mean, I don't mind. You finalize the divorce in the morning, and we can get married in the afternoon. For the wedding, we can just do a destination ceremony. How about North Oropa?" I frowned, no longer having the patience to put up with his nonsense. "It's a horrible idea. Also, can you just shut up?" Just then, someone approached me. "Ms. Westwind, may I have a drink with you?"

Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world. It's Sunday today, and we're going on a trip to Paris for our honeymoon. I can't wait to get there and explore there with my beloved husband. I have never been out of New York before, so this is going to be my first trip out of here. How was I supposed to afford a trip out of the country when I could barely feed myself, let alone take care of my upkeep?

“You might want to touch it.” My hands trembled. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to pull away, but I didn’t want to disappoint him. Slowly, I reached out and wrapped my hand around him, startled when he twitched under my touch. Clifford’s laugh rumbled through the room as he sat up. He lifted me easily and settled me back onto his lap. “You don’t need to impress me, my wife…” he murmured tenderly, showering kisses all over my face.

At this moment, she was already scared out of her wits. “What do we want? Ah, since your husband is not here, and since you are quite pretty, why don’t you go over to the toilet and play with me?” The man with the buzz cut stood up and approached Tiger’s wife, smacking her.