Husband Lover Novels & Stories

he asked softly as he wiped my tears. "I love you so much, you also never leave me," I said while sobbing. "No way," he said with a smile. "But, aren't you tired of having a possessive husband like me, hm?" "No, I love you very much, I will always love you, Deffin Wirata, my husband, you have always been my beloved possessive Young Master." ~The end~ * * * * That is all and thank you****

“My husband calls me love.” He hummed. “Your husband…” “Yes. My cheating, piece of shit husband.” “Ah. Now I see what the large problem is.” I was about to have another shot, but he stopped me, placing his hand on mine. I turned to him with my teeth bared, ready to curse him out when he leaned down, getting so close to me, I could smell his expensive cologne and feel his warmth, and whispered, “Your husband is a damn fool, letting a work of art like you slip through his fingers.”

I thought you only came here to talk” “Yes, I did. now I am done talking. Let me get down to the reason why I came here in the first place.” “You are so ..” Her words were cut off, as her husband kissed her hard, he diverged her body of her robe in the process, his hands began touching all her all over. He laid her on the bed, going down upon her immediately, Mary felt passions and pleasures she hasn’t felt in a way she had never felt before. Her husband used and took what he wanted, offering no apology as he took her body to higher throes of passion. By the time they both resurfaced from the ecstasy of their lovemaking, Mary knew her husband was a perfect lover and a perfect soldier.

Is he jealous? "Why not, your father is my husband and—" I was blown on the bed, and our position was reversed. He looked at me sharply like a starving tiger. "And I am your lover, your affair, who wants your body all the time. I will never let you go. We will stay like this even though I marry another woman."

"What a bunch of lies you filled my husband's head with, Maritza. I can't believe you’re so vile. You care about nothing but your supposed happiness. But in the end, it didn’t help you at all. All this time, you took care of a man who feels absolutely nothing for you." "You’re wrong, he loves me." She replies confidently, making me burst into loud laughter that echoes throughout the place. "Do you really believe that? Well, let me tell you that for months now, my husband has fallen in love with me again." I see her face full of confusion at what I just told her. "So much so that now I am the lover of my own husband." I smile broadly at her angry face. "What do you mean, for months? What does

Mari's whole body ached the next day. With every movement she made, she felt the pain in her whole body, especially in the middle of her thighs. That's what it's called, she's no longer a virgin, her husband has taken her most cherished honor. She's surrendered everything to her husband, which is very happy because they're now married, so there's no problem. But something was bothering Mari's mind, as if she was missing what she and Andrei did last night. What she expected to be a hot fight in bed ended up being a very careful romance between her and Andrei. Even their sex was very careful, without the excitement that would have been sexual. Mari shook her head and something else was going t

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

Casper took steps closer to me, caging me near the wall, “Let me remind you, you and I are legally married and you dare to keep a lover, if I were to take you to court you would be finished.” “Legally married?” With every strength in me, I pushed him away, “Take me to court? Let me remind you that your current wife tried to kill me, I was away for three years and my husband got married to his lover.” “That doesn’t prove anything,” Casper said, “Three years is a long time to move on from your dead partner especially one you don’t give a fuck about.” I scoffed, “When did you get so dull? Your child with your lover is the evidence of your illicit relationship, don’t go around spewing nonsense,

"Things I like about my husband; a list. He is probably the kindest person I have met on this side of heaven. He reads a lot and remembers them well enough to spout them like a sage." That caused him to laugh. "He has the most loyal heart. Once he is devoted to you, you can be certain he is devoted to you completely. He is fierce, a man of passion. He has the most beautiful blue eyes. His hair is heaven to touch. To know him is to love him. And yes, he is a great kisser." He grinned as he pulled her to his chest. "You think I am a great kisser, uh?" She rolled her eyes. "Of course that is the only thing you heard."