House Wife Novels & Stories

I was named Lorelei Ellwood. I was 30 years old and a full-time housewife. My husband, Caspian Birch, was not only dashing but also incredibly gentle. He doted on me constantly and refused to let me suffer even the slightest bit of grievance. He indulged my every whim, no matter how unreasonable, and went above and beyond to satisfy my material needs. His devotion made everyone around me green with envy. However, I carried a secret I couldn't tell anyone. None of them knew that Caspian was impotent.

In a mansion on the outskirts of Y city. Grainne spent all day in her new home, making a very happy newlywed wife. Every day waiting for Carwyn to come home from work, cook delicious food for him to eat. She likes the feeling of going to the kitchen by herself cook for him, so he refused his request to hire a maid, not even a bodyguard. She said they are just an ordinary couple now, why should there be so many unnecessary outsiders in the house. Now she just wanted to live in a world of two.

Joseph rushed to the sofa to give her a big hug while Lisa pushed him away, she stared stonily at him for a minute and started to talk. "Joseph, do you know why there are so many housewives like whining after getting married? Because the world outside was full of possibilities, but they were tripped in a house hundreds square feet large day after day sacrificing for their husbands and children. The house, the man and the kids are everything she fights for; it is her whole world. And if her man and her children did not appreciate what she had been given up to, she felt sorry for herself but she could not escape from it. If you’ve got this worry on your mind, so nothing suits you. Eventually t

I'm an avid outdoorsman, while my wife, Gabrielle Jensen, is a homebody through and through. Every time I invite her to outdoor activities like hiking, running, and swimming, she turns me down. "I hate exercising," she says. Later, someone starts an online trend of showing how lazy their girlfriend can be. I film Gabrielle being a couch potato and post it to join the trend. Everyone comments saying how she's a true lazy introvert. Then, one comment catches my eye and freezes me in place. "Isn't that the old pool queen Gabrielle Jensen? She and Caleb Fisher made quite the swimming duo back then. Their relay team brought home more than a few trophies for our school. "They were the golden

"But, Mela, what if they ask about Seno or my current job as a housewife? I feel like I don't have any achievements to be proud of." Melati smiled gently. "Forgive me if my words are too bold, ma'am. But in my opinion, being a housewife is a great achievement. You play an extraordinary role in guiding the family. It's hard nowadays to find women who want to be servants to their husbands, ma'am.”

But beneath the gentle clinking of cutlery and the quiet hum of the kitchen’s ventilation, there was a different rhythm beating in her chest—a quiet defiance masked beneath calm routine. Today, she will play the role. The role of the wife. But this time, she’d be the one writing the script just like she always does. She set the table herself, lining everything with an almost obsessive precision. Fork to the left. Knife to the right. Napkins folded into neat triangles. Two cups of coffee. Two plates. Two empty chairs. The maids lingered just outside the archway, whispering among themselves in hushed tones, watching her move like a ghost in a house where silence had been the loudest occupant.

After Ramona and I made it official, life became something I'd only ever dreamed about. Every evening, I'd come home to a hot meal prepared by my wife—delicious, comforting, made with love. When my shoulders ached from long days, she'd massage them without complaint. And in the bedroom? She matched my energy perfectly. Whatever position I wanted, she delivered. Being with her made me feel stronger, more alive. That energy bled into my work. I was sharper, more focused. My income tripled in no time.

“Sign the papers, and we can part amicably.” I smirked at the clause stating I would walk away from the marriage with nothing. “Part amicably? So the last seven years of my life mean nothing?” Lifting her chin, Krystal said shamelessly, “Ray, you had nothing when you met me. I built my wealth from the ground up. “You enjoyed a life of luxury for seven years, and that’s more than enough. I can’t believe you’d eye my fortune. You make me sick with your greed!”

She ordered some pork and said she wanted to make some bolognese. “I did not know how to make bolognese in the past. You’re the one who taught me how to do so.” She looked up and smiled. She looked wistful. “When I first started my business, I wasn’t eating on time. To take care of my health, you learned how to cook.” I smiled too. She was right. I had cared about her too much. She grew up in a small village. To catch up with me, she neglected her health and only focused on her work.

I said, admitting, I mean, I, too, had experienced that harsh reality firsthand. "Well... It wasn't until I met you that I started acting like a teenager. Before that, I was like a mother to my younger brother, and to my father, I was the woman of the house. I was not that kind of wife, but I was responsible for managing the household, the kitchen, and even the money. To the men, I was like the lady of the house. You have no idea how happy I am to have someone with more skills and maturity close to me," she said.