Hajime Wives Novels & Stories

Master Javen give Jade the drink. "Sargeant, I'm sorry I need to bring my wife home now. Please investigate the incident here and let me know immediately the results," the master said as he stood up and carried his wife into his arms, and walk out to the door. Master Javen carried Jade to the helicopter, then left the site. As the helicopter hovering up in the sky, Master Javen embraced tightly his wife. "Javen, I'm dirty and did not bath, I don't smell nice, don't hug me too much." Jade shyly said.

Then the 3 of them enjoyed the bread and it is indeed tasty. Issei meets someone he knows, it's Towa. Riche - Oh, is this someone you know, Ise? Riche - Well now, so you know my husband? I'm his wife, Riche. Nice to meet you. Towa - Oh, Issei's-san wife? 'Wow... She's so pretty. Like a princess from a fairy tale...' Ramius - I'm Ramius, also his wife. Towa - ...WHAT?! 'W-Whoa... And she's really sexy. H-He has two beautiful wives?! That means I still have a chance... W-What am I thinking?!'

The woman is just effortless with her authority, something as small as removing a blazer makes her look powerful. "Welcome to our humble home, Zara." Hajiya Khadija said loudly as she walks into the dining room with her husband, Bushra and Amir trailing behind them. Bushra had to part the oldies from each other, they were busy chatting away in the room like they've just met.

He then said coldly, “Can’t you see? If I want to hurt you, I don’t even have to do it myself! “The people of the great Country H will hack you to death first!” Harvey said coldly, “It seems that you are determined not to let others go, right?” “Young Master Takei still hasn’t had fun with her yet. How can we let her go?” Kamishita squinted at Harvey and sneered, “I’m telling you. Even if this woman is your wife or your sister, she could only leave after she has served Young Master Takei tonight!

immediately defined our respective statuses. Jessica, standing beside him, not only offered no explanation but instead glared at me with a threatening look. I understood immediately. It was a look that told me to shut up. During the three years that we had been together, the only time the usually mild-mannered Jessica got truly angry was when she gave me that look. I instinctively fell silent. In the next moment, I laughed self-deprecatingly. My fiancee, my venue, my wedding time—my wife was marrying someone else without a word of explanation. Why should I keep quiet?

Feeling a knot in my chest, I opened our chat. [Hey, man, are you sure that package went to the right place?] [Yeah! Harborview Estates, Unit 2502. Didn't you guys already sign for it?] Then, he sent me another photo. Right away, my blood was about to boil. My brain just shut down like a clock with a broken spring. In the picture, my wife, Phoebe Reese, was wearing a skimpy black lace nightgown, holding the roses I sent her with a seductive smile on her face.

This year's match-up promised to be the most intense yet – Shirashi, the village's reigning champion, against Aika, a mysterious newcomer with a reputation for being as ruthless as she was beautiful. Shirashi stood confidently in the center of the arena, her long black hair swaying in the breeze. Her husband, the Narrator, watched from the sidelines, a mix of pride and worry etched on his face. He knew his wife was a formidable fighter, but there was something about Aika that made him uneasy.

The maiden shyly asked, overthinking that she might have disturbed Mort's business today. "You are my wife..." Sumire accidentally ended the call out of excitement blooms in her chest. She felt the heat rose to her face. The maiden immediately reach the glass and drank the water. Using her hand, she fanned herself from the heat she felt even though the room was cold with air-conditioning. "That man..." Sumire said then she gently pinch and hold both of her cheeks and couldn't stop smiling and giggling. "You are my wife..." she repeated what Mort said and then imitated his tone. Squealing at the top of her lungs, Sumire jumps in joy like a teenager on top of the bed and hugs the pillow.

I pull away slightly, “I hadn’t had time. By the time I got him to leave the club, my meeting was about to start. I figured I’d tell you afterwards. I guess he was in a hurry to get money; now we know why.” I take my husband's lips with mine and he opens up for me. Sharing a brief kiss, I then break away to do the same with my wife. “Mm,” she mumbles against my mouth, “I’d so much rather watch the two of you.” Her giggle is infectious, and I back up. “Oh really?” I glance at Jace, “Strip.” He grins and does as he’s told even though he’s not submissive and waits for my next command. Since our wife seems to not want my affection, she’s going to watch as Jace and I pleasure each other as she ge

She flinches. Jacob is sitting on the couch, staring at nothing with a blank expression. Surely enough, Alisha doesn't have any courage to approach him. She decides to avoid it and goes into the kitchen but she flinches once again when Jacob grabs her wrist tightly. " Who are you?" Jacob asks quietly but cold enough to make Alisha shiver. She purses her lips, looking away. " I am your wife, Irene. Yesterday. Your Mom brought me here." She replied in a tiny voice.