Husband Material Novels & Stories

Mari happily replied. Andrei stood up. "Wait for me here, I'll just buy something," he turned to Mari. "Okay, my love, be careful," Mari happily replied. Mari then followed Andrei's gaze as he walked away. They both burst out laughing when Andrei turned to where Mari was. "Silly boy, my husband is really funny!" Mari laughed and whispered to herself. Not long after Andrei bought bottled mineral and street foods, he returned to Mari. "Have I been back for a long time, my wife?" Andrei asked Mari sweetly when she returned to her wife's place.

CASSIE "What?!" I barked when I finally managed to raise my jaw from the floor, "I'm sorry, but I think I heard you wrong. Did you just say I'm your wife?" The man's brown eyes hardened, and he pulled out a document from the inside pocket of his leather jacket, "Here." I hesitated, "What's that?" "It's a marriage document signed by Cassandra Love and I. If I'm not mistaken, you're Cassandra." There was something vaguely familiar about the man, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

Abby said and rushed off. The Adamses were the only ones living in a three bedroom flat in the apartment. Her husband Ruben Adams worked in an oil company as an engineer and earned twice the salary Jesse used to receive in his former place of work. Safe to say that Ruben was the envy of every man in the apartment building. “Here.” Abby returned lugging a small bag of rice, a litre of groundnut oil while her youngest son Ruben junior carried a bowl of pepper. “Ruben’s brother sent these for us but we can’t eat them all so you can have them.”

Then together with Peter, they sailed away from us. "They're husband and wife. Cory and Peter," Adam said beside me. I just nodded at him. "How will you contact her?" I asked him. Didn't he tell me there's no reception here? "We have a two way radio on the cottage. That's what the guests are using to contact them. The caretakers are just residing on the neighboring island, anyway." I nodded. We went inside the cottage. I looked around as I admired the rustic vibe of the place. Almost everything was made of wood.

"My dear wife, I'm wrong. I am worse than an animal. I am obsessed with sex. I'm sorry. I'm sorry—" He tried to explain himself. "Actually, I didn't do anything to her. I was just interrogating her." He had yet to take off his clothes or touch Debra; he could definitely lie through it! "Did you say you were interrogating her?" Yumi chuckled; she could not believe her ears. "Then what's with the food and wine? You've drugged her, haven't you?" Yumi knew her husband well. He was extremely lustful, and she could tell that he was lying at a glance.

My name is Wendy, and I am a thirty-year-old stay-at-home wife. When Mark and I first started dating, he treated me with patience and warmth. He remembered small anniversaries, brought me flowers after work, and made me believe I had chosen a dependable man. After we married, he handled most of the outside business while I managed the house, the bills, and his daily life. For several years, our marriage looked peaceful from the outside. Mark was handsome, successful, and polite in front of everyone. Friends often said I was lucky to have a husband who worked hard and rarely raised his voice.

Having these wonderful men as my husbands brings me happiness and contentment. Is “husbands” the right word? I could have said, mates. But Henri wasn't destined to have one. As he stood there buck naked, he grinned at me, fixing his glasses perched on his nose. My throat went dry, and my eyes widened the longer I stared at his delicious physique. He was freaking tall and solidly built. This man’s body is tea. Pure temptation. His existence turns me on. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I opened my mouth wide and extended my tongue.

She wondered who was going to get married to her. “So you think that I’m a husband material?” “You are a hundred-yard husband material to girls. Don’t you know that? It’s a big turn-on to girls for a guy to know how to cook.” “Really.” “I’m not kidding.” “What about to you? Am I a hundred-yard husband material to you?” He asked causing her to cough loudly and her hands moved to her mug to pick it up and sip from her tea. Was he a husband material to her? Definitely. She loves food a lot.