Husband Wants Novels & Stories

"I know it's a hard-to-swallow pill, but it's the truth. You gave me your shares when you married me. You only hold 1%. My shares trump yours by a mile. I should've had the man of the family by now!" Matthew was still relaxed. He pushed the warm food over to me. "I'm very grateful for everything you did for me, Wendy. You'll always be my wife, company or no company. "You'll have everything a wife has, as long as you stay in line and don't cause a scene, get it? Now eat while it's still hot. Don't wreck your own body." I snickered. "Pity I'm not going to stay in line." His face fell, and he returned an icy glare to me. "Then, I'll have to make a move. Really sorry about that."

"About what?" "About us. About this marriage." He looked into my eyes. "I want to do this properly. I don't want separate rooms anymore. I don't want to pretend. I want to try making this real like we discussed the other day." My heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" "I mean, I want to be a real husband to you. Not just for show. Actually try." He reached across the table and took my hand. "I know it's complicated. But I care about you, Hailey. I always have. I want a real marriage with you."

I chuckled coldly and replied, "Even if I have lost my mind, I was driven to it by you two adulterers. Anna, are you so eager to have me thrown out because you're feeling guilty?" Hearing this, she just stared at me for a long moment before suddenly letting out a light laugh. Then, she took the microphone from the emcee and spoke loudly to the audience below the stage. "I'm sorry, everyone, this is my husband. He has developed a severe case of delusional disorder due to the thesis plagiarism incident. Mr. Tanner is aware of his condition, which is why he was suspended and sent home to rest." Mr. Tanner immediately chimed in, "That's right. I've seen Mr. Huffman's medical records. It's clear

Ryan stood beside me and read them off one by one. "All of this..." "Is that the last one?" "There's one more. It says you wanted a divorce because you..." "Because I what?" "Because you'd fallen for someone else." I paused. Then I started to laugh. I had spent every waking moment of my last life trying to be a good wife to Marcus. I'd learned to cook for him. And still he avoided me at every turn. Whenever he had a free hour, he was either out on business or with Selena. He'd cut off my contact with the outside world and then refused to come near me, letting me rot quietly inside that estate. And now the story was that I'd left him for another man.

She stared once more, imagining another wish. "What? Come on say! What you want." “I don't want anything. Just wanted to be with my husband all day. Pampered and cared for to the smallest detail.” Harry took a deep breath. His wife's wish was very simple, for a layman perhaps, but for him, it was very difficult. Most of his time is taken by work and work activities. "How ?" Anna waited anxiously for Harry's answer. "I'll try, Honey.'

He was the least considerate about how I would feel or what the public would think of us and of this freaking trap called a marraige. But will Lucas ever come to love me? I yearn to see that day come to fulfilment. Because I do not understand why he so much hates me. He loathes me like I committed a very terrible crime to him and his family. Probably if just if I could take in, then maybe Lucas would not hate me this much. He will come to respect me as his wife and he will be proud to be associated with me every where he went to. God please if having children is what it takes to win my husbands love and affection then please bless me with one. Just one.

“Tell me.” “We aren't a conventionally married couple, Erus. You know this.” “You think that I am not being serious with you?” Erus asks. “You think this is just because of the sex?” “Erus–” “Of course, I want to fuck you every single day for the rest of my life, but I also want us to quit playing games. I am your husband, and you are my wife.” He wants us to both commit to the marriage, and I don't know…

Loved that no hate can even come in. I want him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I want to be with him when i get old. I want to be with him even when problems comes our way. I want him to be the first person I'll see first thing in the morning when I wake up. I want him to be the father of my children. I just… want him. "I'm so glad you'll be my husband," I murmured. He tightened his hug, "And I'm so glad you'll be my wife."

“Don’t you fucking blame me⁠—” “I do blame you,” he barked. “All you had to do was say no.” “I want a husband who doesn’t want anyone else but me.” “Well, that’s not going to happen. All men, at some point in time, desire someone else. It doesn’t mean they love their wives less.”

All of a sudden! "Hell no! Never! You don't even know the guy! What if he tries-" "I'll never know the guy until I spend time with him!" "But why so sudden? You never showed interest in men and sex before!" I narrowed my eyes at him, anger flaring to earnest inside me. "Unlike what you think of me, I actually want to have a husband, kids and a family full of love and happiness! And all of it in real, not a thing which would be fake!"