I Want A Husband Novels & Stories

"Be my wife. Heck, be my master. I agree to be your servant, your partner, your everything. Whatever you want me to be, I'll be it. Just... make me a husband. That's all I'm dying to be right now. Your husband, the father of your children and the man who gets to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of his life." Bailey is crying now, her hands trembling in mine.

He stirs and pulls me close as his breath breeze through my skin, caressing. I chuckle softly and reach to trace his face. This man I've known for a while now will be my husband. I dreamt of having a wedding to a man I've chosen to be my husband and my life, and have children to complete my dream. I close my eyes, picturing the image in my head of Rex and our son, Jacob, and maybe a few more children playing on the front lawn as I watch with a smile. Now that I'm in the arms of a man I love, the dream will soon become a reality once I say "I do."

“You want to go away with me. And what exactly would we be doing together?” He thinks far too long before sighing. “It’s just a weekend. We’ll be okay.” “Will I get a separate room?” “No. We’re husband and wife.” “It seems you haven’t noticed that I can’t stand being around you.” “Maybe you’ll have to rely on the vows we made to each other to pull you through.” Rage slams into me like a sledgehammer. “Are you being serious right now? Rely on what stupid vows?” “For better or worse. Remember?”

I calmed myself down with that thought, relaxing on the sofa and shutting my eyes. Being alone in Jayden's huge mansion felt like hell. Even on Christmas Eve, I ate dinner alone. If you ask me if I like this mansion, I’d say of course I do, but I would like it more if my husband was sitting beside me. If not him, at least someone else. His father and sister weren't going to arrive until tomorrow. And despite how much I pleaded, no member of my family was willing to come over for Christmas because they never said yes to our marriage.

"What do you mean by that?" "Marry, Raymond, Find a wife, is it that hard for you? Show your father you’re just as responsible as Alexander. It doesn’t have to be love, just someone to stand by your side and make you look like the family man he wants you to be." Marry? The thought was ridiculous. But then I thought about everything I had worked for, Every late night, every deal closed, every sacrifice, every sleepless night, i wasn’t about to let it all slip through my fingers.

my father said, going everywhere but the point. “So what do you want me to do?” I asked, dreading the response that I was going to get. My father looked at me like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world and I was an idiot for not being able to read it out of his mind. “This isn't your home anymore, return back to your husband and sort things out with him, if not then just get the hell out of our house!”

Esther raised her teary eyes and asked curiously, "Do you and your husband fight too?" "We do! How could there be no arguments in a marriage? We don't just argue. We fight!" Melinda mysteriously said, "But my husband is easily placated. Men, well, they respond to gentleness, not harshness. If you act coquettish and make something delicious, he'll cave." Melinda did not know the unspeakable past between Esther and Bradley. She was just comforting Esther based on her own way of getting along with her husband. "But what if he wants a divorce from me?" Esther asked in a dazed manner.

"Wait a minute! I'll bail you out of jail, but you have to promise me one thing, you have to live abroad for ten years. Your troubles are so big, that you'll have to stay away for a while. " Aretha sneered at Oscar, he also knew how to play tricks. Oscar's scheme, maybe Aretha didn't know? What to say when living in a foreign country for ten years? He wants to throw Aretha out there and never wants her back. "Ten years? Do you think I'm still the kid that you can cheat on me? I'm going abroad, but only for three years." "Five years, this is my last limit, I won't compromise on any of your requests."

I want Shawn. I want him not just as my boss or my lover but as my boyfriend, my husband. I want to be by his side not just at work. I want to fall asleep on his shoulder after a long conversation every night and wake up next to him every morning. I want him in my life.

His eyes narrowed more, then he pushed to sit back in his seat. “I know you need them to be strong. I know our world is brutal but I need our home to be their safe haven, filled with love and warmth.” Silence fell with him intensely staring at me. My blood rushed yet I held his stare because this was something I would fight for. “And what about you?” “What about me?” “What kind of husband do you want me to be?” My stomach fluttered and I harshly swallowed. My face surely burned the ambers of hell. I clutched my hands under the table.