How To Tame My Beastly Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I wanted her to rely on me more and, of course, gain her trust to become her soon-to-be husband." Husband...the hell he would become her husband; only his deathbed will be present at his marriage. "And it worked perfectly," he continued. "She was so scared, so helpless. It was beautiful." Beautiful. He thinks terrorizing our mate was beautiful. I'm going to kill him. "You sick piece of shit," I growled. "The best part?" Liam's smile got even wider. "She'll never believe you if you tell her. I'm the one who comforted her. I'm the one who helped her search."

It was past time to get reacquainted with my wife. Sloane slid her hand easily into mine as we exited the room. Leaving the others to see to his demise. Understandably I needed to mark her, to re-brand her as mine after another man touched her. My primal side kicking into gear, and drowning out the logic I was desperately trying to hold onto. The beast in me was slowly rising to the surface, demanding I make her mine in all ways. Gritting my teeth I willed it back into its cage, needing the man to be present before the monster. I guided her upstairs and found the first open door. Closing it behind us I pinned her to it, caging her in with my arms as I devoured her lips with mine. I teased th

Belle was seriously freaking me, but she has a point. I closed my eyes as I thought of the possibilities that my calmness could bring. But I still couldn't comprehend it. "What do you mean?" Still wondering how far will my assistant go to make me follow her ideas of luring another woman's husband into my arms? She sat down in front of me like a lady boss. "Ms. Halle, other than claiming that you're pregnant with him, try sleeping with him, for real this time." --------------- Yul's POV. "Let me talk to you later," I said and hung up the call without even waiting. Whatever is she about to report to me, that doesn't matter because my wife is finally here.

“But I’m still your husband, Araheen.” Her eyes narrowed. “I’d rather be with Jeric than stay with a husband like you.” That was all it took to push him past the brink. He knew she was just provoking him, but it didn’t matter. She had already awakened the beast inside him. He crushed his mouth to hers again, the hunger in him now primal, uncontrollable. His hands roved over her body, grabbing, claiming, owning every inch. Her fists still beat against him in a half-hearted resistance, but the way her lips and tongue began to mirror his told a different story.

“You know we can't change your father's decision, besides, it's good for you to go there to finally meet your fiancee,” “Meet my what?” I almost choked. Did I hear it right? “Yes, Aria. You're going to meet your fiancee in the Philippines, so better behave or I'll never be your dad again,” Before I could even respond, dad stood out from his chair and proceeded to their room. Like what in the duchess? After that shocking dinner, I never dared to talk to anyone for the past few days, I am in my period for god's sake! And this is my monthly routine, even though I am making a reason not to go to the Philippines.

Very high that now, I was crashing with no safety net. I stared at him, “Fine, I will play wife, but don’t expect me to forget everything,” I hissed. He grinned, “I don’t care if you do, all that matters is that you behave,” he said. I smiled, a slow curl of the lips, “Of course dear husband, I will be nothing but a good wife,” I said. “Good, maybe I should celebrate, call up a few girls…” That was my cue to leave the room, the path he was taking I didn’t want to listen to his rants.

Exhausted from being married to a man who looked at me like I was a stranger trespassing on his life. His hand closed around my wrist, pulling me flush against him. The edge of the desk bit into my lower back. My hair spilled over the polished wood. “I didn’t realise Mrs. Whitmore had such… needs,” he said, mocking curling at the edges of his voice. “Tell me who will you run to when you leave me?” “I won’t run to anyone.” My voice trembled, not from fear, but from the pressure mounting in my chest. “I just don’t want to spend my life begging for scraps from my own husband.”

"The best cure for a cheating husband and a stupid wife is sex. Do you even know what sex is? Or are you still a virgin?" "I know I’m stupid, but not that stupid," I muttered. "Good! Then I won’t have to demonstrate how to ride him," she said, hauling me up. "Get your ass ready and make him moan, scream your name, and forget his own damn mistress in plural form. Got it?" "Can you at least say it decently?" I protested as she pushed me toward the stairs. "Forget decency, Loraine. Be wild!" Wild? I don’t do wild.

“Thank god. He was so sweet at first. Then he walked into the dressing room, I could have sworn the man was vibrating with rage, but from the look of you I can see it was lust.” Blushing, I shake my head. “No, you had it right the first time. It was rage.” Her eyes run over me. “Ah, he’s one of those.” She sighs. “My husband is the same. Kind of a daddy dom. Spanking, punishment, using you, leaving you gasping for air when you’re bad. But when you’re a good girl he takes care of everything you could possibly need or want—even things you don’t think of yourself. Then he also makes you come so hard you see stars.”

Isabelle asked stiffly. “I'm going to do what I can do, which is keep debunking and proving them wrong... While keeping my mother's last wish safe.” he sighed “Besides, I’m married now. If they think I would keep a lover even if this was all temporary, then these wolves really don't know me.” “Does your wife happen to know?” Belle growled “Because, if I were her, fake husband or not, I would have split your face in two by now.” “I…” Hunter gritted his teeth, embarrassed “I’ll talk to her about it. Or at least I'll try. It seems like whenever I try to talk to her, especially about her family, I use the worst words possible without realizing it.” he huffed, frustrated with himself.