Husband Wife Love Romantic Novels & Stories

Adhyayan, who was admiring his wife hugged her from behind and whispered, “I love you, my Precious wifey. We will form a beautiful rainbow of our lovely emotions as we will grow together.” Anvesha turned to him with passion in her eyes and smiled as she confessed, “I love you too, my adorable husband. We will definitely enjoy every moment of our life together.” Adhyayan smiled as he whispered, “You know, I always fantasized of kissing my wife high up in the air”, and slammed his bow-shaped lips onto her rose-petal like ones. The romantic kiss thousands of meters above the ground promised togetherness and undying love of Adhyayan and Anvesha for each other.

Apollo took his wife together with him to the peak of the enjoyment in the middle of their intercourse. Mr. Apollo landed so many intimate kisses on his wife’s neck, jawline, cheeks, and lips. Then, he began to explore his wife’s challenging and unforgettable twin-mountains. “Oh, Darling… We’ve been getting married for many years… How can you still be the same as the first time we did it? Oh, I love you so much, Darling…” chanted the husband in the middle of his breathless condition. “I love you too… You’re still also the same… You’re still handsome, sexy, stimulating and vitalizing…” chanted the wife also in her breathless condition.

Her voice trembled with tenderness as she whispered, “I love you, my husband.” He pulled her against him so tightly she could feel the thunder of his heartbeat beneath her cheek. “And I—” his voice cracked, filled with reverence, “I love you far more, my sweet, beautiful wife. You’ve made me the happiest man alive.” Later that night, the library became a sanctuary bathed in soft lamplight and the silvery glow of the moon spilling through the tall windows. The distant hum of the house, family laughter fading into night felt like another world entirely. Here, there was only the quiet, the warmth, and the unspoken promise of love that bound them.

Rob explains. “Family doesn’t keep a secret like that,” Max says in a low voice. He takes my hand, “Come with me, my love.” “I’m glad this is working out for you,” says Rob. “I was a little worried that you wouldn’t accept your wife. Granma and Grampa did well picking your mom and your aunt.” “Stay away from me and my wife,” Max replies. He pulls me away from Rob.

She also gave me a home, one that was registered under someone else's name. "Javier." Charlene looked up, her eyes brimming with guilt. "I know the person I've wronged most is you. But Travis and I are over. You're the one I love, and you're the only husband I'll ever have. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, okay?" She reached out to hold my hand, her tone almost pleading. "Travis has already lost me. He can't be left with nothing. Let this house serve as the final chapter for our past."

The way she still looked after him despite everything. God. He loved her. He loved her so much. Not the way he thought he loved her years ago. He loved her with clarity, with certainty and with the painful awareness of almost losing her forever. The realization settled firmly inside his chest. "I love Sophia. I love my wife."

I was alone at home. My wife, Queenie Sullivan, had said she had to attend a business function. It was already very late into the night, yet she still hadn't returned. Clutching my stomach, I fought through the pain as I dragged myself to prepare some ginger tea for her. Queenie returned home drunk. She looked upset, as if something were weighing heavily on her. I offered her the ginger tea, but for some reason, she reacted with sudden irritation. She slapped my hand away, sending the cup of ginger tea crashing to the floor. Then, with a cold expression, she kicked me right in the stomach.

“Maybe two.” I swatted his arm, grinning. “Then it’s a good thing we have a village. Because we’ll need one.” He glanced toward Ezra and Olivia. “I suspect part of that village is about to be pretty occupied.” I laughed softly. “We’ll manage.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine, his voice low, full of certainty that vibrated through my chest. “I love you, Scarlett Rosenthal.” I smiled against his mouth, heart overflowing. “And I love you, my husband. Forever and always.” THE END.

I just dreamt of having only one man who will love only me as his wife for all his life. Just the thought of sharing my husband with others gives me a disgusting feeling. This is the main reason why all that attraction that I felt for Xicheng goes into the void. And being his wife I can't ship myself with any other men as well. In this life my romantic side is struck with him, it's like a wonderful dish served before me and I can't eat it despite being so much hungry. He took me in and put me on the bed, I blinked at him and he bend over my legs.

"Maybe?" "Don't push your luck, Lee," I warned softly, my breath hitching as his thumb lightly traced the curve of my waist. A slow, breathtaking smile touched his lips. "You're the one who chased me down across London." "Because you're my husband." "Is that your only excuse?" I lifted my chin, staring right into his dark eyes, burying every shred of doubt and fear that had kept us apart for weeks. "No." I slid my hand up his chest, feeling the rapid, heavy thudding of his heart beneath his shirt. "It's a fact."