James Maslow Wife Novels & Stories

I had spent years in rooms full of people who said everything except what they meant and had started to think that was just how things worked. Mara Ellison apparently did not get that memo. ************** Dorothy called Tuesday morning to tell me she liked her. "She's careful," my mother said. "But not cold. There's a difference." "I know." "Do you?" It wasn't a question. "Elias, she's been alone with that child for three years. She built everything by herself and she's still standing. Do you understand what that takes?" "Yes." "I don't think you do yet." She paused, and I heard her breathe in the particular way she did when she was choosing her next words carefully. "She looked at you twice

Dinner was a dreadfully dull affair from James's perspective. He had to spend the entire evening next to a young woman of his acquaintance, Miss Venetia Sharpe. She was a nice enough girl, but her naked ambitions always sent him running. He had no desire to marry a woman who would push him into a political career because it would further elevate her own status.

She got what she came for. Her voice turns smug, syrupy with mock innocence. “Are you going to let her speak to your mother like that? Are you going to let keep making a fool out you?” James moves, stepping closer to me again. Finally. I don’t stop. I can’t. “I’m done with you acting like you’re the Virgin Mary and I’m just the help you forgot to fire. I live here. I belong here. I am James’s wife.” My voice trembles, but my stare holds steady. I won’t flinch. Not this time.

But I would want to assure you that we are doing the best weekend so your son may not be involved in this too much. I would really appreciate it. My James had a rough life. He kind of had a violent father… Oh, I didn't know that… Yes, my husband was a very rough man. We always tried not to annoy him with anything. Sometimes it was easy but sometimes it was very hard. And my poor James always paid for it. That bad was it huh? Suddenly Mrs. Powell took a break. She looked down like unable to face me again. I remember once when James was a teenager my husband came home drunk. And he wanted to molest me. He said he had rights because he was my husband. But in those times I suffer the surgery

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

He asks. “I convinced her to relax in the tub. Is everything okay?” I question. James shakes his head, “I owe you an apology. I’ve not welcomed you into our family or had a conversation lasting longer than a minute. The truth is when Ellie first said she was getting married, I assumed she was pregnant. That’s why I married Sarah. We met at a party, got drunk, slept together, and two months later she tracked me down saying she was pregnant with twins. It was the first party she went to, and I was her first. Her parents were so ashamed of her. They said things and pushed me to marry her. I never even went on a date with her. Sarah and I got married and had the twins. I love Sarah, but I’m not

The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his hair had turned silver years ago, though his presence remained terrifyingly strong, he spoke softly, moved slowly, and smiled gently, that was what made him frightening. Nothing about him looked violent, until you disobeyed him, then people disappeared, I swallowed hard as Mother Ruth continued pinning the dress around my body, the Master had been married four times before me. Four wives and every single one vanished, the Sanctuary

I’m in love with my future wife, her best friend. Since then she avoided me. I feel sorry for her but I can’t force myself to like her. Also if I lead her on, it will be more awkward for us now. Plus it might be difficult for me to win my wife’s heart. “But Mara and James are really close to each other. Lucky you because you already married her when James came back to your family.” My jaw tightened. I know she’s so talkative. But I didn’t know that she’s too insensitive.

She remembered what her husband told her weeks ago about her not doing her wife's duties on him for many years since she gave birth to Chloe. She went into her room, laid down with mind in chaos. "How can I fight my right as a wife? Jasmin was providing him with his needs that I can not do. She was the reason why he doesn't sleep in our room now," she questions herself, trying to get a reason to argue to her husband about the matter of a mistress. Morning came, Mr. Martin went upstairs to shower and prepare for work but he was surprised to see his wife in his room, seated on the bed waiting for her.

“Most of them are selfish and greedy. “On the contrary, you seem to remain unchanged despite everything you have been through. “Also, you seem ready to give up on great opportunities to improve your cultivation at any moment. I get the impression that you are very calm and open-minded.” Biefren focused his gaze on James again. “I really want to know what exactly helped you get this far.” “It’s my wife.” James shrugged. “You might laugh at me. However, I’ve come this far because of my wife.”