House Wife Novels & Stories

he has been calling her wifey but she has never called him hubby. "Ahh. Arrya get yourself together" she slapped her cheeks as she blushed. well this was the first time she has been thinking about a man in another way but she thinks its OK since he's her husband. "Common Arrya." She sigh, this the reason why she never liked to stay idle it makes her think differently,she has been indoors since she came here, only bath ,eat and sleep she has been doing nothing. sometimes she called Cindy but there haven't been too close so they just talk about random stuff and she has plead with her junior brother because he was mad she sold herself to be a baby mama.

You are my wife, so just act as a wife should," he added, turning away from Safira and beginning to ascend the stairs. She can barely blink a few times in the meanwhile. What? is the role of wives? And what was that? She worked to process what her husband had said. Her eyebrows furrowed as her head tipped involuntarily. She did not grasp what her husband was trying to say. She is concerned that she may misunderstand her husband's statement that if she is not required to clean the house and assist with other activities, what is a wife to do?

Estelle's face was blank as a child's when she replied, "As the madonna of the house, your main job, or should I say your only job, is to keep your household running like the well-oiled machine it's supposed to be. You look after the kids, take care of your husband's needs, cook for him, make sure his clothes are pressed—" "So basically, I'm just his housekeeper?" Marybeth interjected, shaking her head incredulously when she realised this was exactly how Austin had pitched their union. "Housekeepers don't get black cards!" Hadley scoffed as she slammed her cup on the table, a bit of her imported South Korean tea trickling onto the saucer.

She looked exactly like a good wife. It turned out everything had been made up. Every business trip had been fake. Maybe guilt had gotten to her, so she had used an even more obvious cover, trying to make me feel loved while making herself look like a good wife. Every dish served at the reception was expensive, but none of it tasted like anything to me. When it was time to make the rounds for the toast, they came to our table. Sinead looked a little awkward, and so did the friends around her. Still, they all played along well enough. One of Sinead's timid friends almost called me by name, but Sinead stopped her in time.

My father held an unlit cigar between his fingers and looked at her with helpless indulgence. "Sophie, don't make trouble. This is serious family business. Let your brother handle it." That was how it had always been. Sophie's eyes reddened at once. She pouted, offended. "Dad, trust me. My intuition is really strong." My stepmother, Marissa, moved in smoothly and wrapped her arm around my father's. "Honey, just trust Sophie once. She's never asked you for anything before. If she's this confident, maybe she really can do it. Besides, she's been around you, Harbor City's casino magnate, for so many years. She must have picked up something."

I asked curiously “Any girl would want to act like a perfect home keeper to please me and make ‘em be included in my list of potential good housewives.” He stated “And that’s where you failed, Shawn. I am not going to be no man’s housewife. I can’t spend the rest of my life being a perfect housewife, taking care of the home by morning, watching movies by noon, cooking meals by evening and pleasuring my husband with sex at night. I would rather be out there, signing deals, holding meetings, owning estates, dining and having little party time with friends, making money and making money and making money again, again and again.” I sighed and continued

he begins to say but I cut him off. “It’s not like that. I’m grateful to you and everything you’ve done for me. When my parents kicked me out of their house and I was sleeping in my best friend’s dorm room you took me in, married me and you gave me the best gift of all, Kira. I’d never trade that for the world.” I was truly grateful, I might not have a house full of children, but I have a husband I love, I don’t want the whole picket fence anymore, I have a beautiful home, David spent his time off, renovating, it’s so much better than any house on the market in my opinion. Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard.

Constant work. And the one who'd done it all without a word was gone. Now her life was unraveling. "Asher, the electricity got cut. Can you take care of it?" "Asher, you haven't been home in a while. Come over for dinner." "Asher, how do you use the washer? I need to do laundry." ... Even Asher got annoyed. At first, he answered. A few times. Then he stopped picking up altogether. Janet finally saw it—she couldn't even handle the basics on her own.

But little did she knew, that there is nothing like 'un-wife'. She brushed her teeth and then discarded the T-shirt in the laundry basket. Getting inside the shower she turned on the faucet and stood under it. 'They are very bad, I will tell them to un-wife me, I don't want to live with them, they don't need a wife but a toy because they like to push and pull, once I will have money I will buy barbie dolls for them so they can do whatever they want to do with her, either push or pull, they can even change her dress too instead of tearing it, but will they look good playing with a Barbie at such age? Why do I care? They hurt me.' she was angrily thinking about them while rubbing herself by a

It is often the price of having good memories with her. Our life as husband and wife is prolonged. I got into a mechanical job while also building my dream business by and by. She, on the other hand, is enjoying being a housewife. She takes over the garden, I almost forgot that she has a garden in her ancestral house. Every time I come home, she greets me with a kiss. I hunt meats she can cook, she apparently enjoys preparing different meals instead of repetitive lamb. But, she doesn't want to wash oversized clothes in the laundry so she's coaching our wolfy training every day.