Husband Material Novels & Stories

At last it end and we went for our honey moon We flight out of the country, out of all trouble. Out of all secret.we will be spending two month in my house who I bought for this occasion. We arrived my mansion in mataama I carried her inside the house. I went straight to our bedroom. I place her there. I off her shoes and do same ' I am the luckiest man on earth with a beautiful lady like you' I said as I plant a kiss on her lip . ' same here who will believe that the worst arrogant man is now my man,my rib,my husband' she said. I laughed

My gaze was starting to become unfocused when I heard another brusque voice ring out, "Oh my god! I can't take it anymore. Let's go get some hookers." Another man said, "There's no need for that. Have you forgotten about Mrs. Court, the cook?" "Oh, right! She's curvy in all the right ways—I bet she'll make us feel good!" The third man happily ran out of the room after saying that. Mrs. Court? The image of a married woman who still had it going for her appeared in my mind. She was the plant's cook and lived next door.

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

* I shoved my phone back into my purse and put a blank check in front of him, "name your price Wilson, we can get in this marriage and carry on with our respective lives, you will be my husband on paper and paper only." He leaned back in his chair and loosened his tie with one hand, the corner of his mouth lifting like he found the whole thing amusing. His fingers tapped once against the armrest before he tilted his head and locked eyes with mine, “Red, you are just as interesting as your name, I've gotten out of fifteen marriages, what makes you think I can't get out of this one.”

"Congratulations! The mistress has finally made it official! I won't attend the wedding, but to celebrate your big day, I've specially arranged a dance troupe for you." I clapped my hands again. From all directions, thirty or forty middle-aged women barged out and started beating on drums at the entrance. The city hall was packed, and many people came out to watch. The women were singing loudly. "Congratulations to Mistress Grace for becoming the official wife! Nate picked up second-hand goods. Congratulations, congratulations!" Nate clenched his jaw and pointed at me furiously. "Wendy, are you done yet?!" I couldn't care less. "We were married once. No need to thank me."

she said before placing a forkful of rice in her mouth. "Well, I'm not like most men — at least not anymore." "Oh, what does that mean?" She asked as she stirred the wine with her finger. "I mean there was a time I didn't even know how to boil water, but something happened a couple of years ago that changed my life forever," he sighed. "Then I met Mrs. Lewis, she’s my maid, but I treat her like family. She taught me to cook. She said a husband should be more than a provider for his family. He should also be able to feed his family, like literally knows how to cook, he should also be able to clean for his family and most importantly he must be able to pray for his family and also pray with hi

Pointing to Chris' armless body which did not even have shoulders, I roared: "Five years ago, my husband lost both arms in a major fire to save other people! Even his shoulder bones were partially removed! "You tell me, how can a severely disabled person who can't even feed himself and needs help to go to the toilet, pin you against the wall in the elevator, cover your mouth with his left hand, and tear your clothes with his right hand?! "Yvonne Shaw, look into his eyes and answer me! How did you make up details like 'dirt in his fingernails'?!"

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

"Define tougher." "Next time you see that scumbag, don't waste time. Just have the bodyguards tase him and drag him away." Laughing, I ran my fingers through his hair. "Alright, got it. Didn't realize you were this jealous." Robert looked up at me, his eyes dark and intense, before crashing his lips onto mine. "I don't care. You're my wife now. No one's taking you from me." … From that day on, Mark clung to me like a leech. No matter where I went, he somehow managed to show up.

Damon suddenly cut off Henry in mid sentence which made Henry shock. "Yes." Damon answered making Henry taken a back suddenly. "What?" Henry asked. "Yes, Uncle Henry... I am happy with my wife right now!" Damon answered and Henry blinked his eyes not believing how he can be happy with his forced marriage. "You are happy with Riya?" Henry asked once again tying to hope he heard wrong but no. He isn't wrong. "Yes. I am. No matter what... Riya is my Wife now! I should be happy with her and I am. She is perfect wife for me. Now and... forever!" Damon answered closing his eyes and gulped his saliva down his throat.