House Wife Novels & Stories

“It's how I've survived.” Sophia looked away. “I don't want to talk about it.” “Fine.” He placed her suitcase beside the bed and turned toward the door. “I'll have someone bring the rest of your things from your apartment tomorrow.” “I can do that myself.” “I'll handle it.” “No.” Sophia stepped forward, her voice firm. “I'm not going to become helpless just because I'm married to you.” Damien stopped. “You're not helpless.” “Then let me handle my own things.”

“It’s hard to make the food I can eat tasty, but she always did. I don’t know what witchcraft she had to practice for it.” He poked at the food, and I could swear that I could see his eyes start to water. “She was a really good housewife too. The house was always clean when she was there, positively spotless. Everywhere I looked it felt like a model apartment, a house just ready for a photoshoot. I swear if we weren’t keeping the marriage a secret, I won’t have hesitated to call some lifestyle magazine to do a piece on the place because that’s how neat and stylish it was.”

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

Their penthouse apartment transformed into a haven of laughter, warmth, and cherished memories. Sean, who had once been consumed by his work and the pursuit of wealth, found solace in the embrace of his newfound family. He realized that true wealth lay not in his bank accounts but in the love he shared with Katara and Rose. Together, they created a life filled with joy, adventure, and a sense of purpose.

. . . The housekeeper was done with the day's chores and was dishing out the delicacy she'd prepared for her master. Since today was Friday, she knew the food menu in her daily cooking timetable. As she dished out the meal she couldn't help but wonder what could've gone wrong with the newlyweds, although she didn't mean to be a nosy. She'd served it diligently before going ahead to call for the little madam as her boss had instructed her to.

"Then... Why are you helping me?." Christian held my gaze for a beat, before a slow smile curved his lips. "Fair enough. Though I do think you're underplaying your hand here. Being a housewife is not something to be ashamed of. It's an underrated job, if you ask me. One that requires resourcefulness and unparalleled multi-tasking abilities." I looked up at him, his words catching me off guard again. I couldn't seem to find the right response, my thoughts uncharacteristically scrambled. "Well...thank you."

She is your stepmother. - She was never my mother, she was my father's wife. She told that on the first day she entered our house. I remember that like it was yesterday. She entered in a white elegant suit and a big hat on her head. She was beautiful. Her blonde hair was long and curly. She entered our house as she owned it. She looked at me and said. You must be her. I just nodded and she said. "Well, I am your father's new wife. You can call me madam." - Madam? he had a strange look in his eyes.

Nicole said to Tia, who then understood. "Don't worry. I will take care of her." Tia assured Nicole. "Grandma, I'm home." Nicole walked over to Mrs. Wallace Sr. who was sunning her quilt. "You are back! I will make something to eat? What do you like?" Mrs. Wallace Sr. stopped what she was doing. She took Nicole's hand and walked back into the house. When they came to the kitchen, Mr. Wallace Sr. realized that she did not know how to use the kitchen equipment. She looked around, not knowing what to do. Nicole and Tia smiled at each other upon seeing that.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

Despite his status as a low-ranked wolf, his influence is felt far and wide, a testament to his integrity and the trust the community places in him. Mrs. Jackie Robinson, in contrast, finds fulfillment in the simple, yet profound, role of a full-time housewife. Her days are spent tending to the needs of her family, ensuring that her home remains a sanctuary for those she loves. With a keen eye for detail, she maintains the cottage in pristine condition, every corner reflecting her care and devotion. Her greatest desire is to see her family thrive, and she spares no effort in creating a loving and nurturing environment.