I Love You My Husband Novels & Stories

, I told him. "I don't advice you to fall in love with me. For me love doesn't mean anything serious other than an endearment. So you don't have to appease me by saying it more often. I would like to see more action than the words. I'm a doer and I don't believe in fake promises or love in itself ", said my husband gravely. " You don't believe in love? ", I asked incredulously. " I don't believe in it. I would be happy if you give me a blow job rather than saying that you love me ", he said with a sinister laugh.

"That's because no amount of words can express how much I love you... but I say it anyway. I love you, Aria. Only you." Aria smiled, her heart racing hard against her chest. "I love you too, my husband."

"I also can't wait to do it, my lovely husband." - THE END -

I smiled as I looked at my husband. He's one of a kind. I love him so much.

"Love, only love. You love me, I love you. We don't need any else my sweetheart as... I am your husband, you're my wife. I am only yours and you're Only Mine." *****

"I love you, my Little Flower, my wife" "I love you too, my Dark Prince, and from this day forth, my husband." 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

my sentence was replaced with a moan as he slipped his fingers inside of me. "You were saying?" he asked coyly. "I am saying, you better hurry up and do me before I go crazy, boss," I said in a breathy whisper. "Yes ma'am!" Ivan laughed. "I love you," he said as he made love to me. "I love you too," I said. Now that I was completely and stupidly in love with him, I finally accepted him as my husband. Even though he was a jerk and forced me to marry him. He was the most amazing husband and a father who made me the happiest woman in the world.

Rowoon’s soft breathing filled the room, a comforting reminder of everything they’d built together. This was it. This was their home. Their lives. “I love you,” Alessa whispered, looking at him, “I love too, my love”. And thus concludes the tale of "My Husband Hates Me," a journey that began with hate but blossomed into a story of love. ~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~ END *@*@* If you guys want I can write another story about their son Roowon but the story will be completly different than this story.

"I love you my wife." "I love you more my husband."

He stroked her cheek, then her hair, pushing it gently off her forehead. “I love you,” he whispered. “I’ve hurt you,” she replied quietly. “I love you still.” “I’m scarred and imperfect and broken…” “I love you. Broken or whole.” When Tan’s face went down to her face again, Elaine finally wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck. She closed her eyes when she felt his hot lips on her lips. This was what it felt to be back in his arms again. Pure bliss. The scars on her body from the wounds of her dark past would certainly remain smooth and beautiful in Tan’s touch and eyes.