Husband Wants Novels & Stories

“I’m married. You’re married. You’re mad because your husband’s cheating. I’m mad because she doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore.” “Then she’s not your girlfriend,” I say flatly. “Exactly,” he replies. “But I want her back. She used to do things for me my wife never even tried. Your husband isn’t giving that up.” I think about the way Shane looked at her, the way he held her, and I shake my head. “No. He’s not.” He watches me carefully. “So what do you want?” I lean forward slightly. “I want my husband back. And if that means ruining whatever this is, I will. Even a little public announcement about your daughter. ”

I said. " But why? I can do that easily..." He asked. " I know, but I don't want you to do it. I would be meeting my husband after one year, so I want a union to be special there. " I made my excuse. " It's okay, I understand, got it... You don't want your husband to get jealous when he comes to know about you coming with me. Right? " He asked. I let him think whatever he was thinking. " Mr Wilson, can I ask you something?? " I asked.

"More than cock, he craves submission. If you can provide what he needs in the way of dominance, he'll be happy to remain with you. You've been married for what, six years now. Surely you can find enough common ground to remain together." "So I have to become his fucking Mistress instead of his wife? Punish him if he misbehaves? Order him to pleasure me instead of him wanting to? What if I don't want a fucking slave? What if I want a husband instead, one who desires me instead of some fucking guy? It might be fine for you and your wife and your fucking neighbor, but how would you feel if all they wanted to do was fuck each other and ignore you, given any fucking choice in the matter?"

Lynette Kensington's rules took effect on the second day of our marriage. "Your monthly spending is capped at 2,000 dollars. For any single purchase over 100 dollars, photograph the receipt and send it to me for approval. It's not that I'm cheap. I'm helping you learn how to budget. You've never had any discipline with money," she claimed. I thought she had a point. So for three years, buying a single jacket meant budgeting for half the month, and replacing a pair of contact lenses meant waiting for her approval. Then, last month, I found a supplementary card statement tucked inside the pocket of her trench coat. The cardholder was Jayden Scott, her Administrative Director. The transact

"We've been looking for a suitable woman for a long time, but most of them want my husband. She wants to be the real wife of my husband." That means they want me to be their seed receptacle.

Chapter 52 Chapter 52 ' I want to stay In my wife to be today in the car' he said as he rest his head on the seat framing sleep,I knocked him on his head ' ouch!!!!' He screamed. I frowned. ' now get up and gerrout' I yelled ' must you yelled to your husband? It is unfair, be a good wife' he said. ' be a good husband by kissing your wife' I said.

He said seriously as he looked at me, his eyes swimming with hope. “Ace, we can’t just get up and go. What about our families? With Alice and Romano leaving, they’ll have no one to take over.” I said as I started to think through his proposal. “Amore, stop thinking about other people for once. Think about you, what you want. Just say the word, and I’ll give you the god damn world. You want 20 kids? I’ll do it for you. You want a simple life? I’ll make it happen. You want to have world domination? I’ll burn this fucking planet to the ground for you. What do you want Amore? Just tell me what you want.” My husband said, a hint of desperation in his voice.

"Stop! Please stop. No matter what, he's still my husband." Her words only made things worse. Someone in the gallery shouted, "He's an animal! Don't pity him, Hazel!" Court security quickly restrained those who had lost control. When the crowd finally settled, I was lying on the floor, my body twitching. "Dear, are you alright?" Hazel kneeled beside me, pressing her hands against my chest, shaking me desperately. "Please be okay! I'll agree to the divorce, alright? Your well-being is all that matters!"

It felt like a place meant to impress, not live in. Lucas tossed his jacket onto a chair and finally turned to face her. “This marriage is an arrangement,” he said bluntly. “Nothing more.” Amara swallowed. “I understand.” “No, you don’t.” His gaze hardened. “So I’ll make it clear.” He walked toward her slowly, stopping just close enough to be intimidating. “You will live here. You will attend public events when necessary. You will behave as my wife in public and remain invisible in private.” Her fingers curled into the fabric of her gown. “And what about—”

I said to the phone, trying to juggle holding shopping bags and my handbag all in one hand. “Are you crazy, Harvey? He wants an open marriage! He told you that himself! If it's not because he wants to fool around with that bitch Olivia, why would he want an open marriage? Can't you see how close they are, it's not normal for a married man to be this close to another woman. Did you forget that he asked you to go out in the rain to buy medicine for that woman while you were sick yourself?!”