Husband Wants Novels & Stories

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!"

At least I got to know that this man wants me as much as I want him. "I want to dance with my husband." "My wifey gets what she wants." I giggled again as he picked me up in a bridal style. I'm in a dire risk of falling in love with this man.

" Wow. How sweet of you. You came to check if I'm okay? A few minutes ago, I was coughing my lungs out and you didn't even so much as blink. And suddenly you came to see if I'm okay? I'm not okay Alex. I AM NOT OKAY!!!" "I'll advise you to keep it low. You don't want anyone hearing our little banter now, do you?" His face split into a wide, predatory smile, and an electric shiver ran through me. It coursed down my spine to gather low in my belly, where it pulsed urgently. I stared at him, pretty sure my gaze was venomous. "Your husband is waiting for you. He wants your company. Go and have a romp with your old man. You can do it right in the middle of the compound, where anyone can see."

“Wife, I'll be honest with you. I want to get to know you. Not just your favorite rom-com, food, or colors. Of course, want to know that too. But I'm most interested in your stories, feelings, secrets, your failures, and your journey that make you who you are right now. I want to know your thoughts or if there's a voice in your head constantly telling you you're not worth a dime. I want to know it all.” I look at him mystified. Then, I shook my head. “I never said yes,” I said referring to his suggestion of staying married for a year. I'm scared to get attached again and rely my life on a single person. I want to shut myself but just one look on my husband's hypnotizing gaze is making my res