Jimmy Page First Wife Novels & Stories

"After God, fear women" Claire was dumbstruck. It could not be. Nathan had just married his competitor and she had nothing to say about it. The dinner was about to commence so she had plenty of time to prove Bianca was a fraud. Wrong! She had very little time and she remaining glued to her seat was not going to change anything. Claire stood up and joined the new wife, her suspicion making her unable to keep a smile.

Then, Jim approached them in a wheelchair, and he told Olympias the truest thoughts in his heart, “Oly, speaking of which, I should also go back with you to meet your grandpa.” After a brief pause, Olympias stated, “At least not right now.” In the end, Olympias was unable to let go of her resentment. As a result, she didn’t allow Jim to return with her. She wasn’t afraid of people criticizing her for marrying a cripple. Jim had become her most prized possession, after all. She would never let him take any chances with her until she had figured out her family. “Oly, we are husband and wife. We have to face everything together.” Jim said.

She cut him off before he could finish. "I know exactly who I’m talking to. The almighty Jimmie Hendrix. Why? You think I’d be scared to call you out for the fraud and womanizer you are?!" she challenged. "You know who I am, and you dare challenge me?! Who are you?! What’s your deal?!" he snapped, clearly irritated by the allegations. "Don’t you remember... at Paradise Hotel a few months ago?" she replied. She explained how she was the woman Jimmie had a one-night stand with and how she had hidden her pregnancy out of fear he would force her to abort. She had the baby three months ago and now wanted Jimmie to take responsibility.

I struggled to steady my emotions, my arms instinctively opening—just like every time we used to meet, reaching for a hug. But before I could take a step, a stunning woman appeared behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Honey, who’s she?” I froze, awkwardly lowering my arms. James’ face twisted with disdain as he sneered, “This is my gold-digging ex, Amelia Simmons.” The woman gave me an artificial smile and held out her hand. “So you’re Miss Simmons? I hear James mention you all the time.” “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Lucy Miller, his wife.”

"Nothing? Yada Olsen-Myers? Natalia that was twenty years ago, what does she have to do with all of this?" Natalia closed the door behind them, leaving only their footprints in the dust behind. "I'll tell you all about it when we get home. It's going to be a long night." Jimmy nodded as he slipped into the front seat of his car. He watched his wife getting into her truck, and his hand patted the journal and fumbled back to the page where he had left off. He was tempted to read a little more before the drive home but decided his wife would beat him if he didn’t follow her.

She leads her husband down the hallway to the bed. * * * James Spiegal I kissed my wife, so eager to make-- I came up the stairs, ready to get some sleep. I reached the top of the stairs and found my wife waiting at the doorway. It was so quiet. The girls must have gone to bed early. They were probably tuckered out after the move. Stephanie's first husband had left her for a eighteen-year-old slut and her MILF mother. Just abandoned his family. I would never do that. I had Stephanie. I didn't need jailbait or incest. I just needed my wife.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

Jason: “Bella Quinn Reed is not a rumor. She is my partner. My anchor. My future. And together, we’ve decided to expedite our wedding plans.” (Pausing, letting the words sink in.) “We’ll be married in a private ceremony next month.” Gasps shot through the crowd. A dozen flashes erupted like lightning. Reporter 2: “Wait—are you confirming—” Jason: “I am confirming more than that. Bella and I have endured lies, attacks, and a thousand attempts to tear us apart. We’ve stood against it all, and now we’re standing here before you to say this: our love is not a headline. It’s not for sale. And it’s not breakable.”

He wanted me to do the story in first person as if he were telling it. Some may not agree with what he and his wife have done, or not like the story, but it is your choice to read it or not. Please Read and Enjoy.. ************** My name is James Trainer. My wife, Amy, and I have been married for almost eleven years, tying the knot after we graduated college. She is thirty-four, gorgeous with nice large breasts and a great rear end. She has beautiful, mesmerizing green eyes, red hair, and the face of a model. Besides being gorgeous she is very intelligent and graduated law school, magna cum laude. I feel very lucky to have her.

" When he finally collapsed, weak and refusing to leave, I broke. And I forgave him. After that, things went back to normal—at least, that's what I told myself. But once we got married, I noticed his assistant had changed. Cathryn was back, even though she'd quit ages ago. I was pissed. He smoothed it over. "Her parents died. No degree. She had nowhere to go. She reapplied like everyone else. I couldn't just turn her away." I let it slide. Because I loved him. But all that patience? It just made me the idiot. The side chick in a fake marriage. I gave him everything— And he left me with scars and a heart that'll never be whole again.