Husband In Second Life Novels & Stories

"Let me introduce you. This is my friend James and my wife, Charlotte." "Nice to meet you, James." He offers his hand, smiling broadly... Instantly likeable... .... then his gaze travels past me to settle on Charlotte and he gapes. "Jenny?" Charlotte steps forward from where she has been lurking behind me. "Hello, Chad." She looks down, then at me, then at Michael. "Um, let me introduce you both to my first husband, Chad." Michael, his eyes wild, "Husband?" She lays a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, husband. Hi, Chad. You might like to know that your employer is my second husband."

My voice cracked slightly on that last word. He leaned back, eyes twinkling. "So you want me to be your husband." "Pretend husband," I corrected. "Right. The kind that kisses you in front of people and shares your toothpaste." I opened my mouth to argue—but technically, yes. That was exactly what I needed. He scratched his jaw. "Two months in the woods. With you. Playing house." I narrowed my eyes. "Are you in or not?" Lake tapped his fingers on the table. Then, slowly, he smiled.

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

If she caught a chill in this weather, she would surely run a fever by tomorrow. With that thought in mind, I calmed down and reasoned with them politely, "My husband hasn't arrived yet. You'll understand once he's here. Besides, it was the owner who invited us. If you really must, why not go ask him directly?" Before the server could respond, Stacy spoke up again. "Kendra, just who did you marry? How important does he think he is that he requires the owner to come down personally to welcome him? "This auction house belongs to Mr. Tim Nicholson. Do you even know who he is?"

I was admitted to Tenebris University, and after graduation I joined your father's company and met you again. "In the end, we even fell in love and got married. You and I managed the company side by side and even had a child together. Those memories feel so vivid that they blur the line between dream and reality for me. How could the beautiful future I dreamed of turn out to be the complete opposite of reality?" Queenie started to break down, her shoulders trembling. She buried her face in her hands and wailed. "Why did this happen? Why did things end up this way?"

I nodded slowly, and then shifted back, "yes, I am." For the first time on that emotionless face, I saw a slight reaction. "I'm into threesomes as long as our add on is a guy, who would ever say no to two cocks?" If he had a drink on his lips, it would have been his turn to choke. "Cut the crap Wilson." I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest, "before you give me the bullshit, oh, this marriage isn't real, oh you'll only be my wife on paper, yada yada crap," I said, mocking his tone, "I'll beat you to it."

"But Adam..he's my husband...your father is not perfect but no one is. He's just..." "I can't believe that you're still trying to convince my wife to leave me, Adam. Do you think that everyone else is like you? You have been married twice and you can't even get your wife to stay with you. Do you think that you can get my wife to leave me so easily?". I looked up to see who had spoken. It was Philp. He was walking down the stairs. He was not alone though. He was with a young woman who seemed to be about my age.

"Yeah, I am. So what? Why did you have to love him and not me? He was my older brother; why couldn't he give you up? And he still had the nerve to ask me to leave you. How dare he!" He smirked, the darkness in his eyes flaring. "But he's gone now. You're my wife, and you're carrying my child. Nothing can change that!" I'd suspected this awful truth for so long, but hearing it finally confirmed still hit like a bolt of lightning. My husband of all these years… had murdered the man I loved. And I was pregnant with my lover's killer's child. Revulsion boiled inside me, a loathing so deep I even felt it toward the life growing within me. How could I be so blind, so disgusting, to bring this man'

“My name is Mafalda DeSantis, and my husband rules Port Zera.” Goodness grinned, tossing a piece of fruit into her mouth. "Goodness Tau. Ombasa’s technically my husband’s, but let’s be real — I wear the crown." Alexei spoke next, her smile sharp. “I’m Alexei Voss, and my husband owns Domus Vossus.” The others ooohed in appreciation, and Goodness couldn’t resist adding, “Yet you ran away.” Alexei’s eyes narrowed as she kicked Goodness lightly under the table, her irritation obvious. Nune, ever the peacemaker, shook her head and muttered, “Enough.”

Without hesitation, I lunged forward and started stripping his clothes. "What are you doing!" he cried out, his usually calm expression cracking into alarm. I smirked and tugged harder. "Relax. I'm about to teach you how to make a baby." Half an hour later, my screams rang through the bridal chamber. "Oh my god! Why do you have two? And why are there barbs?"