Help! My Beast Husband Pampers Me Too Much! Novels & Stories

Every single preconceived notion he had about her was completely shattered. The next morning, a gentle warmth still lingered in Cassidy Belgenza's luxurious penthouse. Their marriage had entered a brand-new phase after the intimacy of the previous night. Cass treated Sophie with exquisite tenderness, while Sophie played the part of the meek, devoted, and respectful wife to perfection. "How is my baby doing today? Mwah..."

Aarya said, tucking her hair back, and then pointed to her belly and said, "And here is BABY." *Kyaaaaaaa (what)* Mohini screamed loudly because she was still in a sleepy state, and her husband's creepiness, along with his weirdness, was driving her crazy. This was her life. This was her husband, a beast in personality but a Lucifer by profession. How could she handle him? He loved to tease her, trap her, control her, and punish her, but still loved her wholeheartedly because **"Beauty Who Embraces the Beast."** And now, the Beast loved to roam around her like a creep.

It seems like he will cry any moment. He is a cry baby from childhood, does not have control over his emotions. "You are my savior" he made a puppy face and took her into a bear hug "You have proved the proverb that a friend in need is a friend indeed" I don't know why but I do not like any other man touching her even if it is Peter. The mere thought of any other man's hands on her boils my blood in my veins. Maybe this is because I am very possessive and no matter what she is still my wife.

“Babe, we have three children, you are still possessive. Look at them, they are big. So stop being so possessive of me.” He quickly kissed my lips, then hugged me. “Babe, I know that. But you can’t blame me though. My wife is so beautiful, it’s not obvious that four kids have already come out of you. So I'm still very jealous of those who admire you. All I want to do is lock you here in our house so that only I can admire you and look at you for a long time.”

My husband had gotten so fat and lazy he would not hold me anymore in the air hence making me desire for that young man. “My husband has gotten so fat his banana is buried, he can no longer fuck me properly whenever he is on top of me his huge pot belly makes me tired, he sweats on top of me a lot like we are doing wrestling, it is disgusting.” I told Celestine. She laughed. “Come on! You can tell him to go to the gym and work out.” Celestine told me. “My man has a huge ego you would never tell him anything.” I told Celestine.

James raised a brow. “Of course I’m not disappointed,” she rushed on, the words tumbling out faster and faster. “What’s there not to like anyway? I mean—my husband is rich and handsome and kind, and I’m pretty sure his heart is made of solid gold. Any woman would be lucky—no, fortunate—to stand by your side. And so what if we can’t have a child? That’s not even a big deal. There are so many couples in the world who live perfectly full lives without one. Entire lifetimes. Happy ones.” She barely paused to breathe.

“You’ve only ever been with me in that way. I know that. And that remains, Kitten. We’re doing this together. I promised you everything.” I chuckle against his lips. “Most husbands buy their wives flowers when they have a bad day. You got me a pierced penis.” Frank barks out a laugh. “Don’t mind me. The pierced penis over here is just relaxing.” “Don’t get too relaxed,” I purr as Jay finds my nipple and squeezes.

I rolled my eyes. "You bird folk always have more than one child at a time. What if it's both?" "But I really want to travel the world with you," he said, almost sulking. "We have a long, long time ahead of us. No need to rush." "Really? You said it. You promised." "Silly bird, get up! You're squashing the baby!" Laughter and playful bickering filled the air. And through it all, my heart felt utterly at peace. I was home with my beloved.

He carried me to the bed and put me down gently. When he pulled off his shirt, I fixed my gaze on his perfect arbs. He looked like a Greek god and I couldn't believe he was mine. “You're drooling.” he said with a smirk. I took my eyes off him and smiled. He climbed up and hovered over me. “You can admire your handsome husband as much you want,” he teased. I rolled my eyes. “I’m done. You're not that handsome, anyway.” He pouted cutely. I loved it when he pouted.

“Roman thinks I’m whipped.” “Well, you are,” she teased, bumping her shoulder into mine. “Yeah, but I’m your whipped,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Her eyes softened, spoon pausing midair. “You're the best husband ever.” “And you,” I said, patting her baby bump, “are gonna be the most spoiled baby on the planet.” She beamed, resting her hand over mine. “With a dad like you? Definitely.”