Husband Is Miserable All The Time Novels & Stories

Everyone knew Peter was crazy about me. But five years into our marriage, he knocked up his mentor's daughter. Crying, Cindy grabbed his hand. "I won't let Yuna know." Peter just stared her down. "You'd better not. I'm only helping you because I owe your dad. Don't get any bright ideas." She had the baby on my birthday. Peter looked at the kid like he was already in love. Then Cindy, all smug, texted me: [Ms. Zander, don't you think my baby deserves a dad with a real title?] I signed the divorce papers and caught a flight to Hampsburg.

Book two. Please read "Not All That Glitters" before "Not All Who Wander Are Lost."Christmas 2019 in Auburn brought with it a chance for new beginnings. Complicated relationships started to mend and different recoveries were being made. As far as Whitney York and Hollis Bogard were concerned, they knew every hardship they'd face from that point on would be easier since they had each other for support.Fast forward to May, five months later. While making the last minute preparations for she and Whitney's Christmas gift to New York for a week, Hollis gets some disheartening news. If that weren't bad enough, patching things up with her parents was turning out to be a long, winding road. Dalton's prolonged, stressful testimonies to ensure he gets more than a cash settlement from the wealthy prick who put him in a wheelchair after driving drunk is the last straw. As Hollis starts wrestling with her inner demons again, slipping downward is inevitable. Will she confide in Whitney, or risk relapsing?Since disowning her, Whitney stopped hearing from her perfect family altogether. While the lovers are wrapping up in New York, she suddenly comes face to face with Hollywood's latest headliner;Theresa, her famous sister, has died. Urged to attend the funeral, Whitney makes it clear she won't go without Hollis, the very person her parents blame for staying in Maine.Buckle in! Disclaimer: Strong mature content, graphic scenes, drug usage. 18+, please. This novel won’t be for you if you’re not comfortable with any of the above topics.2020 All Rights Reserved (you know how it goes) Please don't attempt to steal any part of my work.

On the way home during the holidays, my fiance's sister-in-law, Pamela Kensington, brings out an electric pot that requires 2,000 watts in order to function so that she can cook some meatballs. "The sockets in the electric car are meant for us to use, no? If we can't have hot food during our trips, then what's the use of having an electric car in the first place?" My fiance, Mason Vance, who is driving, doesn't bother to stop Pamela. Instead, he helps her fill up the pot with water while smiling. In my previous life, I had strictly stopped them from cooking meatballs and told them that we didn't have enough power left in the electric car. If they were to cook the meatballs, the car would stop in the middle of the journey, and we wouldn't be able to make it home. Pamela, who tagged along for the ride, thought that I refused to let her son have a piping hot meal, so she began criticizing me. Mason, on the other hand, thought that I was being too much of a busybody. He slapped me in front of everyone before pushing me out of the car. I was frozen to the bone in the blizzard as I watched everyone else leave me behind happily. In the end, I died from hypothermia. When I woke up again, I realized I'd returned to the moment when Pamela is about to plug the electric pot into the socket. This time, I hand her a power strip. "Go ahead and use this power strip. It can channel more power for your meatballs to cook quickly."

Jada prayed and asked God to provide a miracle that would be a solution to her family’s problems. They had always been poor, but this was the worst situation they had ever been in. Her father had to be taken to the hospital two weeks ago, and she had become the sole provider for their home. Marilou had given them what money she had that she could to help, but she wasn’t exactly rolling in money herself. The young girl had a huge responsibility placed upon her shoulders, but she was determined not to lose their home or have the children sent to foster care. She had been waiting tables and using her tips to buy gas and groceries, but it was barely enough most days. Her paycheck had not been enough to pay all the bills since her father had let them get so far behind. Mrs. DeRoya cleared her throat, signaling that she would answer the girl. “Miss Pence, I only had one child, my son Brayden here. My husband was also an only child. So, unless Brayden produces an heir, our bloodline here in the United States is lost. What we need is a surrogate to carry the child. If you sign the contract, when the child is born you will receive one million dollars to take your siblings and go have a good life,” she said, staring at her without emotion.

Anastacia Solei Alcaraz, a devoted daughter and caring sister, found herself unexpectedly thrust into a whirlwind of change. Growing up in modest circumstances, she took on the responsibility of supporting her family after her father's passing. However, fate took an unexpected turn when she became a personal assistant to a wealthy businessman, leading to an unforeseen marriage after a fateful night. Now faced with the repercussions of a spontaneous wedding and a life-altering mistake, Anastacia grapples with the question of whether love and commitment can overcome the chaos that has suddenly entered her carefully built world.

After Father's death, everything falls apart. My stepmother seizes the inheritance and leaves us with nothing. Just when I think we can finally breathe, fate hits us harder—Dongju's accident leaves him clinging to life. With hospital bills piling up, despair becomes my only currency. Then, the President Director makes an offer I can't refuse: money for Dongju's treatment, in exchange for marrying his son, Byun Baekhoon—a man whispered to be gay, and heir to one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country. I sign the contract with trembling hands, thinking it's just a business deal. But Baekhoon isn't who I expected. Behind his cold eyes and calculated words, he hides something darker—something dangerous. And the more I try to survive this marriage, the more it feels like I'm burying myself alive.

"Do you take Asher Williams as your lawfully wedded husband" the priest asked me I bit my lips and look over to my Dad who had an expressionless face , my step mom glared at me I scoff "yes" He turn to the handsome man by my side, I must admit although I don't want to get married , this man is so handsome with beautiful eyes , thin lips, tall, with abs I drool "and do you take Cheryl Kingsley as your lawfully wedded wife?" I snapped from my thoughts and waited for his reply Part of me hope he would say no and stop the wedding and part of me hope he would say yes "Yes" he replied The priest smiled "you may kiss your bride" He turn to look at me and frown " No" I could hear a chuckle from my step mom "Kissing girls is bad" he said I raise a brow what is wrong with him? An elderly woman rush to the alter and whisper something into his ears He stare at me I was becoming impatient , what a disgrace I held him and force my lips on his I felt a force push me from him I fell hitting my ass on the ground, it didn't hurt much because of the thickness of the wedding gown He pushed me! Me! I wanted to stand up and give him a piece of my mind but looking at the congregation, their mocking smile , I couldn't , I felt so embarrassed thank goodness the only people invited were friends and family But still,all those girls that look at me like an untouchable goddess I felt like crying , I bit my lips and remained on the ground pretending I've lost consciousness and hoping the ground would open up and swallow me

"I own you, baby. And there's no way I'll let you go. Not now, not in this lifetime." Cold, ruthless, and manipulative, Vincenzo Romanov is your typical Mafia boss who gets what he wants. Not only is he cruel, but he's also possessive. And it just so happens that his eyes are set on Annizah—the very girl who has been sold to marry him. Beautiful, innocent, and kind, she is the total opposite of him. She fears blood and death, and she obeys to please those around her. As an adoptive daughter, she's grateful for everything she owns. Vincenzo isn't like that. No, not at all. In truth, he follows no one but himself, and he kills for business. He's merciless and blood-thirsty. But she isn't scared at all. For some reason, he is different from what people perceive whenever he is alone with her. He is... something. And it only makes her desire to get to know him better. With their two worlds vastly different, will they be able to have the happy ending they want? Or will the differences in their worlds separate them even more? With impending threats, betrayal, and heartbreak in their journey, will they be able to surpass these challenges? Or will they succumb to the pain and walk down different paths?

Noah Miller the billionaire of New York is someone who possesses a complicated personality. Everyone around him always fails to comprehend his actions. No one has ever able to understand him. His eccentric behaviour leaves everyone puzzled. Despite his quirky nature, he is the heartthrob of many. His killer looks and audacious steps always keep him in the limelight. But he has a secret; a secret he is hiding from everyone. What would happen when someone would try to peer into his life? How would Noah deal when someone who is as audacious as him will step into his life and will try to remove the facade he wears for the world. Definitely, it would result in havoc. The creator of the havoc is none other than Noah's newly wedded wife, Olivia. ________________ Join me in the journey of Noah Miller and his wife Olivia; the journey which is filled with hate, action, mystery, and lots of romance, named, Her Peculiar Husband.

On our Christmas break road trip, my cousin Felix Lloyd spotted some high-powered speakers at a highway rest stop. He had to have them—said he wanted to "blast it." "It's Christmas. We finally get to see everyone! We need some vibe!" My wife, Lana Ramsey, smiled and helped him pay. "Young people have energy. They know how to enjoy life." I yanked the power cord out. "Those aren't for regular cars. This is an EV. Overload it, and the whole system fries. Then what—just stuck in the middle of nowhere?" Lana's parents, Vincent and Donelia, booed me, calling me a buzzkill. Felix cranked the volume all the way up. Lana glared at me. "Say one more word and get out. I'll drive." Later, the speakers fried the battery system. We were stranded in total darkness on a rough mountain road. They finished the last of the food, then shoved me out to "go find help." I slipped, rolled down the slope, and died. When I opened my eyes, I was back—right when Felix jammed the speaker plug into the charging port. I grabbed a few more subwoofers and handed them over. "One isn't enough. Add more. That's how you really crank it."