Husband Material Novels & Stories

"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.

Henry asked and Asher frowned. "Um... What?" Asher asked. "Excuse Me, Sir... Did you met your wife? She just walked past from here?" The same reception asked and Henry frowned at her question. "Fuck my life." Asher cursed himself scratching the back of his neck. "His wife?" Henry asked confusingly. "Yeah. His wife... Umm... I mean, He said he is Mrs. Olivia Madison son in law." The receptionist answered and Henry looked at him angrily. "Um... Yes. Please leave us alone." Henry replied and the receptionist walked away.

Fiancee? The gall he had. How could his legal wife miss out on such a lively event? … I headed straight to the address. I had just gotten into the car when I received Jason's message. [Honey, aren't you home? I happened to check the pet cam in the living room to check on the cats, and I didn't see you around.] He had been awfully concerned about me recently, worried about my health and mental situation. It turned out that it was only because he was worried I might spoil his fun.

It was incredibly sexy. "Girls, I think we found the one," I stated. "I second that," Tiffany agreed. "Me too," Paige added. "You're gonna look so hot!" Tiffany giggled. After we bought it, we decided to buy some other stuff around the mall. "Guys, I'm having some issues with my marriage," Tiffany sighed. "What's up?" I asked. "I brought up the thought about kids, and he isn't ready. He says he wants to enjoy us being together for a while."

“How many times do I have to tell you that you can ask the maids to buy all those materials?” “They can buy the wrong materials, not exactly the materials I want… So, I think perhaps it’ll sometimes be better for me to go to the market and buy those materials by myself…” “So, those materials were much more important than your son who hadn’t eaten his lunch and changed his clothes, weren’t they?” hissed the husband with his ironic voice tone.

“He does that to everyone. It's his love language.” “Miranda gave me a drawing. She’s the one I need to impress.” “She already named you ‘husband material.’ You’re golden.” He paused in the doorway. “Husband material, huh?” I froze. It was playful. Casual. But the words wrapped around me like a too-warm blanket. And instead of panicking, I just nodded. “Don’t let it go to your head.” --- That afternoon, we wandered the Saturday market. I bought lavender soap I didn’t need and tasted five different kinds of peach jam just to make him laugh. He insisted on buying fresh bread. I insisted he carry everything.

But I was married to him now, on the outside we were a perfect couple and Mason was polite but behind he close doors, he cared less about me. I hoped to change things that year as we clocked two years together. It has been a rollercoaster of emotions and our marriage was like a plaster to a leaking gas pipe. While I stood in the kitchen, I used my hand towel to wipe off the sweat off my forehead as I stared in admiration. I had prepared a master piece, the Mansion was Empty, I had leased all the household staff on a abrupt day off to spend the day with my husband, Mason. I carried the last plate, heading to the dinning table when I heard approaching steps, he walked down the stairs already d

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Kelvin's friends approached with a young woman. Kelvin rushed to her side, concerned. "All done. I told you to wait for me. Why did you come out so quickly?" The woman looked pale and glared at me suspiciously. "Who's that?" Kelvin's friend William Henderson leaned in. "Oh, that's Hannah, the jinx." "Got her husband killed after just one year of marriage. Hey, where's your baby? Did you get it killed too?" I slapped William across the face. I didn't care about Kelvin being dead or alive, but cursing my baby? I'd slap him to death!