Husbands Stories Novels & Stories

his best friend was Adewale, the story teller, villagers, even the nobles assemble in his compound to hear his stories; his story has lifted up so many from the pit of bereavement; he was strength to the weak in heart, one faithful evening, the village herald went out and summoned the villagers, to assemble at Adewale's compound for a story by the next night, the whole village was lit up with excitement, as talks filled the air, "Adewale will be telling us another story by tomorrow night" the King reminded his four wives. By the evening of the next day, the women quickly rushed over the house chores, no sensible person wants to be eluded from such a moment of

mehak : from there I will continue she thought I'm his gf and the idiot husband of mine started stalking me that playboy made me to fall for him in that way due to this one girl these many love stories came out miya : even mine too because of sadness as viranica is engaged my husband is roaming on road and found me lucy : even my so called husband also proposed to me with her idea viranica : oh god you all should become my devotees then come here . . . . they all started laughing by sharing joyful life incidents but they dont know it is calmness before storm

"Rome is my boyfriend, Solana. And you know what? He's willing to do anything just so he can make me happy. What about your husband, Solana? Does he even have money to buy your whims? I don't think so." I cocked an eyebrow. "My husband may not be rich, but he never fails to make me happy, Agatha. He would pamper me. He would cook for me and insist on making me smile whenever I'm sad and you know what's the best part of marrying him? He can make me feel that I am the only woman in his life and I don't need to convince him on something because he will give everything that can make me happy," "…And I don't need my husband to provide for my whims. I can work for it, Agatha. I am not impotent," I

"Haha! Dorothy's talking to the doll, and Laura doesn't understand what's going on!" "Darling? Is she talking to herself? She had a fun night inside that doll." "Laura's still scrambling eggs in the kitchen. How considerate. Her husband's fooling around with another woman, and she's here making breakfast for his lover." "Feeling sorry for Laura? Well, don't. She's just an overglorified maid." I put the scrambled eggs onto a plate and brought them to the dining table. Dorothy had already taken her seat. Calvin had woken up as well, and he showed up for breakfast wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers. "My husband and I grew up together. My dad died saving his life. That woman has no shame! She tried to seduce my husband…" I lifted my gaze and looked at Miles, steady and cold. He fumbled and shut the stream off, guilt written all over his face. "She's making things up. You have to trust me." I gave a short, dismissive laugh and picked up my phone, dialing. "Hello, I'd like to file a report for defamation…"

“Goodness, you’ve had some bad luck with women, I must say.” Hawk chuckled. “Yeah, now, my very first wife - I have to admit our marriage fell apart because of me. Once I married her, I put her in the house expecting her to take care of it while I worked my butt off and hung out with the guys and . . . relaxing with women I had no business relaxing with let’s say. I came home one day to find a note, telling me she was leaving me. That’s when I realized I hadn’t been home for two days and that’s when she had left the note – two days ago.” “Oh. I hope you learned your lesson from that one.”

"I heard that the kid was a bastard child her son had with another woman while his own wife was pregnant…" Martha glared at the people gossiping next to her and screamed, "Hah! My grandson is going to inherit a fortune! You're all jealous! You're just jealous of me! You country bumpkins!" I watched as the scene continued unfolding before me and felt nothing. The only thing I did was to tell the company to retract the handout they'd given to her. I earned my money raising livestock. I would never waste it on animals like them.

And after we became a couple, he truly kept his word. He put me first in everything. Never let me feel neglected. Never hurt me—at least, not then. People admired us. To them, we were the kind of love story everyone secretly wished for— from youth to vows, from campus hallways to wedding rings. I believed it too. That was why I accepted his proposal. Why I stepped willingly into a marriage I had once sworn I would never enter. Then, I discovered the truth. He had been hiding another woman from me. In that instant, my belief that true love existed collapsed completely.

She had never felt cum-ropes splatter so forcefully against her cervix. An hour later, back at the main campground, the husbands and younger kids finally returned from their long hike, tired and hungry. “Where are those wives of ours?” Jane’s husband asked the other men, looking around. “Probably just out for a walk. Wasn’t that where they were last year when we got back from the hike?” Amber’s husband John speculated casually. “I think I’ll start frying up some burgers. I need some meat inside me,” Ruth’s husband announced loudly, completely unaware of how ironic his words sounded.