Ineffable Husbands Fanart Novels & Stories

"I don't think, Abram. I know." A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest, his breath hot against my ear. "So my pigeon has Finally got wings" His fingers trailed down my arm, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. I scoffed, pretending my body wasn't betraying me "are you plotting another torture for me, dear husband? " I twisted my wrist, but he didn't let go. If anything, his grip tightened, his other hand coming to rest on my waist. "You are playing with my patience wife, be careful I might burn you in this game" he murmured, his voice thick with something sinful.

Anya was surprised to hear her mother's request, fortunately last night she had taken a picture of the two of them with Arya, there were even some photos of Arya alone and photos of the two of them that had been edited by the man. "Here, Mom." Not only did Mrs. Ani look at the photos, but Mr. Adi also looked at them, because he was curious about the figure of his future son-in-law. "Wow, he's handsome, Anya is really lucky to get a future husband like this, already established, handsome again." Mrs. Ani, who had been grumbling about Anya dating her own lecturer, now said that her daughter was very lucky. "Earlier you were angry with Anya, now you're praising my future son-in-law," said Pak A

IN THE OFFICE Weston, David and Damian were sitting on the couch. David, "Weston are you sure what you told me is true?" Weston said without any emotion, "Is there any point in doubting my investigation?" David ," no way." Damian, "But why do you need to get married?" Weston said in a cold tone, "This is my life uncle, you better not interfere in my life." Damian becomes completely silent after hearing Weston's words. David ," Do whatever you want, no one can stop you anyway." Weston got up from the sofa and said smilingly, "Hmm, you people know your status very well, that's good." Then Weston walks away.

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

"Little brother-in-law is captured again!" "Shall we chase after them? Why don't we get someone else to be your husband? Darryl is such a nuisance."

The henna artist said "yeah." I said and looked at my hand. It is looking really beautiful adorned with henna fully. "where is my husband's name? I can not find it." I told her "I wrote it hiding very well. Azisha mam told me to write it like this so that no one will find it easily. It is here to see. Aarhan." She said and my eyes widen in shock "what? Aarhan? But my husband's name is Aarif not Aarhan. Why will you write that?" I got hyper looking at my hand

he said, blowing a kiss to my husband, his painted fingernails shining as he smirked. My husband just closed his eyes in annoyance, trying to disassociate himself from the situation, his hand in mine. "Just hurry up, and let's just get this over and done with." -------------- A few minutes later, Roberto walked out with the necessary tools in hand, freshly cleaned and sterilixzed as he laid them out on the freshly cleaned surface. "The image we will use?" He asked, and my husband got up, his phone in hand which he handed to the tattoo artist "Ooh, pretty" Roberto mused as he looked at the picture, his eyes as wide as saucers before he walked over to me, the phone still in his hand

“In a way they are. Because Max will fail at whatever Father is trying to entrust him, and Dominic… well, he is not a factor anymore.” “Strange,” she frowns a bit, “Because I think he is still the one my husband trusts with the important things.” “That’s not true,” “This is not an argument.” “I don't need arguments. Those are the facts.” I tell her and she leans back next to me. “I want to give you some advice.” She says, keeping her eyes on the lake like I do. “It will be easier for you, and for all of us if you just admitted you are not fit to be the head of the family.”

She blinked slowly. He scoffed disgustingly and walked up to her. He took her hand and stared at her appealingly. “I know you want to but Charlene, I don't want you to be a fighter. You're far too young for all this, you have to be happy.” “But I'm happy. I'm happy that I'm married to him. I'm happy because we're together.” “But he's not.” “Charles, I know one day he's going to love me.” He ran his fingers through his hair, whimpering with frustration. “You're a dimwit.”