I Want A Husband Novels & Stories

What did I just do? A bitter laugh escapes me as I toss my phone on the bed. Oh, this is going to be fun. Because, of course, why not add a fake relationship to the already delightful cocktail of marital betrayal, a hypocritical husband, and a mistress who’s probably upstairs right now screaming while my husband apologizes for being a son of a bitch. How utterly perfect.

"I know... you only said you wanted to marry me to provoke Mark. Tomorrow, I'll speak to your mother and cancel this ridiculous engagement. I won't let you suffer for it." As he pulled his hand away, I caught it tightly. "No. There's no one else. From the beginning, the only person I've ever wanted to marry... is you." Robert stared at me for a long, long moment. Slowly... the tips of his ears turned red.

Alice’s POV How about I give you a baby?” I turned my head to look at my husband beside me and tried to cl“imb onto his chest with my hands to caress it. “Alice, how many times have I told you,” he drawled while getting out of the bed, his voice clipped and irritated. “It was my grandfather’s wish that I marry you. Don’t try to tie me down with a child” I sat up, clutching the sheets, trying not to let the sting show on my face. “I didn’t mean it like that,” I murmured, biting my lip to keep the tremor in my voice from escaping. “I wasn’t trying to trap you.”

“What’s even funnier is that my husband doesn’t want intimacy either. Just a business marriage. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?” My lips curled in frustration as I leaned over the bar counter, tracing the rim of my glass with my finger. “I’m twenty, not forty. I have needs. Hormones. Desires. And that contract husband of mine, Mr. Ice King himself, doesn’t even want to touch me.” The more I thought about it, the more heat pooled in my chest, and between my thighs. That man, Japhet Lukers, infuriated me to the point I wanted to punch him… or kiss him. Preferably both.

"We've been looking for a suitable woman for a long time, but most of them want my husband. She wants to be the real wife of my husband." That means they want me to be their seed receptacle.

You're just someone whose entire existence I believe, will make life meaningful to me forever, You're someone I will dare to kiss, hug and even cuddle in public without minding the opinion of society, I pray and hope we would be loving each other even in our bad days forever, You're someone I trust to love me in words, in character and in your actions forever, I want you to be my superman and my hero, You're someone I want to go skydiving, swimming, hiking, traveling, siteseeing, eating and drinking with forever, Dear future husband; you're someone I want and pray to be my perfect match, made in heaven... I look forward to accepting your imperfections and I hope you're looking forward to min

“I don't want to become pregnant with a stranger's child and raise the child alone, then one day he find out a few years later that he has a son or daughter and then come to me for that child. I don't want all of that. Like happens in fiction stories, I don't get into drama; all I want is to become pregnant with my husband's child and spend the rest of my life with only one man.” “So you have thought far enough. Tell me what your expectations are from your future husband, but first of all, do you have a boyfriend?” “Well, I don't have a boyfriend till now, and I have many hopes in my future husband, like sometimes he will be my driver, sometimes my chef, and sometimes my friend with whom I c

But I also want him to touch me the way a husband would. Waiting until marriage had been my idea; I wanted my first time to be special. I’ve been dreaming about this night my entire life, and the thought of waiting even one more night to make love to my husband is unbearable. My plan was to give my virginity to the man I love, someone who could be everything to me at once: the father I lost, the husband I cherished, and the lover who could make me see God. “Why can’t you be both?” I ask.

She wet her lips and kept reading: “I know I failed you. I was a bad husband. I treated you terribly and humiliated you. Maybe it’s bold of me to expect anything from you, but I regret my stupidity and my awful behavior. I messed up with you in every possible way. To me, you’re the most special person I’ve ever known—a strong woman who fought and overcame, a kind woman who has made up for all her past mistakes. I love you in a way I’ll never love anyone else.” Those words pierced her with a warm kind of pain. By then, tears were already streaming down her cheeks. She stifled a sob, bit her lower lip, and kept reading: “I love you, and I want to be with you—if that’s what you want too. Give m

The servants immediately stepped forward, reaching out to grab me. I dodged them and snapped, "Grayson, you have no right to lock me up." Grayson let out a cold laugh, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You're my wife now. I can discipline you however I see fit." For a moment, I was stunned. I had thought marrying him would mean a happy life, but on the very first day, he was already using his status as my husband to control and humiliate me.