Novel & Cerita Husbands Book Review

After, John walked Sharon to the washroom to freshen up. He came back and went to the parking to get her bag from the car. He pulled out the bag, and carried it back to their room. John removed most of the clothes in her back, and Just then he saw a book in it, hidden underneath her clothes. The cover got his attention, and he pulled it out. It was a book that teaches woman on how she can keep her home happy. Things she can do to please her husband, and how to be a good wife in marital homes.

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.

*** FLASHBACK *** "Is that so? You have the courage to say 'We're married' when You let the transfer student flirt with you and called you 'babe' earlier! Then There was a kiss, how happy you were when she did that to you! So if you want me to treat you as my husband, give me respect and shame too! because even we know that it's all just a lie, what will people around us say if they see that you are flirting with someone else? Isn't that embarrassing ?! So don't expect me to take on the responsibility of being your wife if You can't apply that to yourself! " *** END OF FLASHBACK ***

“You want to buy your wife a copy of Why It Is Prudent To Kill the Man That You Marry?” The killer’s eyebrows raised a fraction before he could control them. “Why, uh . . . yes. Yes, I do. That is precisely the book that I wish to purchase. For my wife.” “Kathleen” shrugged, and the killer sighed in relief. The woman burst into a long and tedious book report using words like “feminist ideals” and “male oppressive dogs” and by the time they were completely alone and it was time for her to die, the murderer was very, very ready to kill her.

"Thank you so much Alex. And you're right, he is the asshole. But you know Evie met me already and Nathan introduced her as a client. She knows I'm his wife and yet they're both together. That's fucked up." "Some people have no shame. That's just sad and really messed up. I'm so sorry this happened to you." He sighed. "Thanks for helping me out Alex. I appreciate it." "You're welcome Annie." "Maybe we could grab a drink or something?" He suggested and I thought about it for a bit. "Sure." ~ We were currently at a bar laughing out heads off. Alex is a pretty funny guy. "Cheers to horrible husbands and scheming whores." I said and we gulped down our drinks.

He shot her a cold glance, and as she walked past him, she muttered, "Lowly half-beast." He stopped her. "Apologize!" Rosalie shrugged. "So what if I cursed at you? Your children would be lowly half-beasts anyway." Charles handed the medicine to me, carefully cooling it before feeding it to me. Only then did he calmly reply, "As long as it's from my sweetheart, I'd still treasure them dearly even if they're half-beasts. Unfortunately, you can't bear even a lowly half-breed, Rosalie." Rosalie pointed at him and yelled, "You'll defend this bitch to the end, won't you? Why didn't you treat me like that when I was your wife all those years back then?"

“Honey, Wanda and her son suffered severe emotional trauma in that unfortunate marriage. Be kinder and stop making things difficult for them.” I was making things difficult for them? It turned out that one would laugh if one were utterly speechless. I looked at the man I had been married to for nearly ten years and, for the first time, I felt he was like a stranger to me. “Koah, I’ll ask you one last time. Do you only feel nothing but sympathy toward Wanda and her son?” Without the slightest hesitation, Koah raised his hand and swore to me. “Honey, I swear to you that I feel nothing else!”

"Yeah, I am. So what? Why did you have to love him and not me? He was my older brother; why couldn't he give you up? And he still had the nerve to ask me to leave you. How dare he!" He smirked, the darkness in his eyes flaring. "But he's gone now. You're my wife, and you're carrying my child. Nothing can change that!" I'd suspected this awful truth for so long, but hearing it finally confirmed still hit like a bolt of lightning. My husband of all these years… had murdered the man I loved. And I was pregnant with my lover's killer's child. Revulsion boiled inside me, a loathing so deep I even felt it toward the life growing within me. How could I be so blind, so disgusting, to bring this man'

"You are!" My eyes widened and my thoughts stammered. Despite of hardly any noticeable similarities between them, I couldn't pin point a single thing that could make them brothers. Thinking of similarities, none of other vicious husbands of mine had any resemblance to conclude them as brothers. Every single one had their own charisma, ignited different danger. If one radiated heat of fire, other reciprocated coldness of ice. If one had senses of predator, other was as chaotic as mind of warrior. I was a loving wife. I wasn't particularly fascinated by one.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but Sir Gabriel talks about you a lot. Actually, other employees here always says how sweet he is as your husband, and I understand him now, look how beautiful you are, ma'am!" Celina’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around her purse strap. “Excuse me?” she said, voice barely above a whisper. Marissa blinked, surprised by the reaction but quickly recovered. “You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!"