Husband Wife Love Romantic Mga Nobela at Kwento

" I am lying in my husband's arm, I do not think there is something wrong in this ": She said without looking at him still playing with his fingers. Ahaan sighed and said:" Anaya, I thought you are angry with me for last night, ". Anaya then said: " Ahaan, there is nothing that happened yesterday that I will get angry at you, the fact that I love you and you did not love me, does not change the fact, that you are my husband and we will live together. We are together that only thing matters and this is my problem that I love you and it is my good luck that I am living with a person whom I love. Now forget what happened last night and I am happy just living with you ".Ahaan looks at her with a

Arion moved faster until he too groaned loudly, "Akhh! Oh! Damn!" Arion thrust his hips a few more times, breathing a sigh of relief as he released all his warm fluid, filling Emily's womb perfectly. The handsome man collapsed beside Emily, hugging her tightly. "I love you, darling. I love you, my wife." Emily smiled, her breath still ragged. She raised her hand and traced Arion's handsome, sweat-drenched face. "I love you too, darling. I love you, my husband." Arion captured his wife's lips in a loving kiss and held Emily close in his embrace.

He said, cupping her face,”I love you so much, my innocent wife. “I love you too, my perfect husband.” She said hugging him.

“You make me sick you fucking whore, you have nothing better to do than to spill your juices out on my bed” A pan of guilt hit me, I didn’t know he’d be back from his business trip today. Ashamed, I hurried out of the bed, my thighs sticking together from my dried up juices. I hear Steve mutter something under his breath as I helped myself to the bathroom. Tears streamed down my face as the warm water from the shower hit my skin in multiple drops. This wasn’t how we used to be, we used to be in love, inseparable, obsessed with each other. Now I had to resort to a rose toy to satisfy my sexual longing. I hated it. I hated that he was so busy, he didn’t kiss me in the mornings before he went t

"What's your point? You talk like you're my husband!" "That's right! I am your husband!" I heard him sigh deeply before speaking again. "I know you don't care about me. I know our kiss meant nothing to you, and I won't bother you about it. I'll pretend it never happened. I know we're only married on paper, but Sanya, I still care about you. I still worry about you. I know my number isn't saved on your phone, so that's why you replied like that. I know I'm the last person you'd call if you had a problem or something happened to you, but I'm here." His tone suddenly softened, and I didn't understand why I felt guilty, why I felt a tinge of sadness.

“Darling, why did you run off just now? You made me look for you for so long.” Madison turned stiff, and she did not move in the newcomer’s embrace. She had no good options, and she did not know if she had to push him away. She looked nervous and guiltily lowered her head. The newcomer said arrogantly, “I’m Conway Ford, the president of the Viapent Group. Were you looking for me?” I glared at the man. The more I scrutinized him, the more familiar he looked. Suddenly, it hit me. This man was Madison’s first love, Victor Ponzi. I had seen his picture in Madison’s university yearbook.

"You changed me, Adriana. You are not a monster, you are my wife and you have a beautiful heart. You are only saying this because you don't remember everything about you and I don't care if you don't remember but I want you to remember something, I love you." Ema stared at the good man for a second and had another flash. She sniffled and obeyed her instincts, Their lips locked.

SEBASTIAN "I married you because it was arranged. Don’t mistake that for affection. Keep your distance, or you’ll only hurt yourself." The numbers on the document blurred for the third time in ten minutes. I stared at the spreadsheet glowing on my monitor without actually seeing a single figure on it. Every row, every percentage, every projection dissolved the second another memory cut through my head. "You think being my wife makes you special? It doesn’t. Any woman could stand where you are standing. So stop looking at me like I’m supposed to feel something."

Too practiced. Then he said it. “She’s not just a friend, Nadine . Sofia is my wife. My real wife.” My jaw clenched before my brain caught up. “What?” “She’s my real wife,” he said again. “You… you were just… filling in." A substitute, I guess.” I waited for him to laugh. For Sofia to roll her eyes and say we’re messing with you. But nothing. No punchline. No wink. No twist. Just silence. And that’s when I realized. I was the only one laughing.

He chuckled, pressing on how much he loved his wife so much that nobody could replace her on his own part. “And I love you the same too. In fact, even more.” “No, I love you more. You don’t know how much I love you.” “Definitely no.” The wife said again. They kept on at it over and over again until the father later agreed with the husband that he loved her the most. “What do you think? Should we go to the restaurant first? Ithink I’m hungry right now.” The husband asked, looking keenly at the same wife he had been fondling around all along.