Istri Untuk Suamiku Novels & Stories

"It's not that easy, Ishan." "You stay married to me. I can make you happy. There are even those who get married without knowing the candidate first and live happily." "Ishan, I'm fragile." "If you are fragile and you often reject me with the excuse of your ex, why do you still accept me?" Citra wakes up slowly while holding her heavy head. She hugged me tightly. "Let's go home to Jakarta happily."

She discreetly waggled her eyebrows at me and the very infamous you've-got-to-tell-me-every-single-detail expression was clearly written on her face. "Crystal, this is-" I wanted to say Mr. Asshole but I decided against it. My lips thinned against my will and my eyelids twitched. I was only going to say this once. "This is, uh, my fiance. Uh, um. Ivan?" It sounded more like a question so I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Ivan, this is my sister." I felt a twinge of guilt somewhere in my cheat but like I always did, I ignored it.

Who am I? Fernando Laureti, as my mother says: the joy of the family, the one who always has a smile to give or a joke to tell, but the reality is very different, and the reason is: the sexual monster she turned me into. I met Astrid on a business trip, fell in love with her and became her object of pleasure, until that damn day she told me she didn't love me, that I was a toy to satisfy herself, and that she would marry my brother. Since that day, I have a clear motto in my mind; Don't fall in love, don't trust those precious pearls with long hair and fiery legs, enjoy them and get as far away as you can.

"I ... l o v e... y o u... m y... w i f e.. C a n... y o u... a l s o... s a y... t h a t... H U S B A N D... I... L O V E... Y O U." Gia glared at him and made a fist. "Do you want to die?" Sylvester chuckled seeing the frown on her forehead. She was his Gia. The same old Gia. "Of course my Gia would never say something like that but you know what it means.... You are my Gia. And you love me too and you also wanted to love me. Of course I respect your decision and tonight I will let you have me as a......."

I shake the thought. I received a text from Ji-Ha. "Hey how about we go to a bar? ( ╹▽╹ )" "Hmmm, will your husband be ok?" "He will not be mad unless he doesn't know right. I'm kidding hahaha I already told him I will help you to find a boyfriend." "You are such a bad girl. Also, I don't need a boyfriend. I am fine on my own. And I have high standards of who I should date hehehe" I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite.

Quinlee's POV "Sis?" Yumi called me. Hays! and I remembered that I had not yet answered her question to me if Zik and I were friends. I think. What will I say? If only you knew the truth Yumi that we are not friends but Zik is my Husband and I am his wife and you call him 'babe'. Thoughts in my mind. "Yes?" I answered Yumi and then forced a smile. "Uhm... I was just wondering, are you and Zik close?"

“My brother is coming for dinner tomorrow.” I looked up at my wife, eyebrows raised, “Beg pardon?” “We’re married now. It’s time for the next step.” I smirked. “Next step? And that would be? I thought it was the honeymoon.” Irina shrugged. “Well, you don’t seem too interested in that.” “Don’t I?” I let my eyes rake her frame. I didn’t allow myself to look at her often. She was way too tempting. It would be too easy to fall into her and forget that I can’t trust her. There’s something she’s not telling me.

“Honestly, I love you so much.” “Uhmmm.” She stared at me with squinted eyes, those brown orbs already calculating things. “Not that I am doubting your love for me, but shouldn’t that be directed to the new husband? Why are you even bored? Don't tell me you have finished practicing every style of Kama Sutra.” “Far from it.” I flopped onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. “Davy left for his fucking job.” “What?” She pushed the phone closer to her face. “Shit, you are cursing. It must be very serious.”

Stella spat venomously. "Whoa! You need to relax." Iris uttered politely with a smile. "You love him?" She asked without any exchange of pleasantries. "I am Iris" Iris forwarded her hand for a shake but she was in a rough mood. How else did she expect her to be? She was of the illusion that Iris was trying to get with her husband while the truth is that her husband is exclusively hers primarily and prodigiously hers with no acclimation of anybody. "He loves me; only me" she spoke possessively and fiercely.

said Iris with a smirk . " .......Fine ! We will get married when you wish to . You want to travel , we will travel together . You want to have fun , I will take you to all the places where you can have the most fun........If someone approaches you , I will beat him up . I am sure I may even become a murderer because my girl is just too cute . " said Justin softly touching Iris's face .