Housewife Novels & Stories

“I want her fired. I don’t care about the nasty things she said to me but for her to call Aunt Abigail a housewife, enjoying Uncle Tony’s hard-earned money as a stay-at-home wife, I can’t bring myself to forgive or see her working in this company ever again,” Kisha explained painfully.

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.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

"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."

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

“Are you telling me that John Walker’s wife lives like a simple maid?” “That’s what it looks like. My informant said the woman dresses like a maid, always in dark clothes, and it seems she’s been traveling for quite some time. After she left, Mr. Walker hired a cook and two maids, who seem to work only part-time,” he said, shrugging. “As for Mrs. Walker’s routine, I found out she hardly ever leaves the house. She goes to church almost every day and does volunteer work at a nursing home and an orphanage run by the Catholic Church. I spoke with a woman from the choir… the woman talks too much. No one there knows she’s John Walker’s wife. But they had nothing but praise for her; everyone there

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

"Something about her face looks familiar, but there's no way my wife could ever look like that. Vanya doesn't have clothes like that, hell, she doesn't even know how to do her makeup properly." Tracy laughed cruelly. "Bernard, your wife is a pathetic housewife who shops at thrift stores and cuts her own hair. Even in her dreams, she could never look like that goddess over there. That woman probably spends more on her monthly beauty routine than Vanya spends on groceries in a year." I kept walking, letting their words wash over me without feeling any pain. In fact, I felt sorry for them. They were about to learn exactly what this "pathetic

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she stated. “When we were kids, you were a housewife,” Daryl stated. “That’s when you were kids. Being a housewife with five kids is a job. You guys didn’t cook your own food, change your own diapers, or clean.” “True,” Bruce agreed with a nod. ****

Zack explained, "But I believe that those things like house chores are women's job In the house, though, my wife can't do house chores because there will be house workers In my house," Tolu said, "I want to tell you something, your wife Is not your slave or maid, no matter how young she might be, she's your companion," Zack said, and he entered Into the kitchen and took three glasses cup, and walked to the dining table, while Tolu carried the food and placed the plates on the dining table,