Kakashi Wife Novels & Stories

“I hear yours are like ours and there will be five soon enough as well.” “That is true.” Deanna said with a smile. She looked up and saw a taller man walk up to them as he kissed the top of Kit’s head. He looked Deanna over and grinned. “Mitsuhide Akechi, my dear.” He said as he placed out his hand for her to shake. “Mine, Akechi.” Max said as he walked up with a chuckle, “You have your own.” “I do, Anderson.” Mitsuhide said as he grinned down to his wife. “I just figured I would introduce myself to your lovely bride.”

) “ああ、そうです、彼女は私の妻です。私たちは結婚式からここに着きました。それは私たちの新婚旅行です。” (Ā,-sōdesu, kanojo w* w*tashi no tsuma desu. Watashitachiha kekkonshiki kara koko ni tsukimashita. Sore w* w*tashitachi no shinkon ryokōdesu.) (ahh yes, she is my wife. We just got here from our wedding. It's our honeymoon.) Nicholas glanced at his wife and smiled proudly and Zane could only discern that they must be talking about her, so she could only politely smile at them.

Kenji softly said. "Oh, it's not of a big deal now! We were just close that's why I just miss him all the time." Although she was keeping a smile, you could see the sadness in her eyes. She's just trying her best to be fine. It reminds him of when he lost Keisuke. "What about you? Where is your wife? It would be nice to see a sister! Is she pretty?" Kenji sighed heavily. "She's busy in college doing the things she loves I guess," he replied. When she gazed at her, she was like a curious puppy staring at him, wanting to know more about it. "That's it though."

Edward asked before I could ask that. Yuichi straightened up. He crossed his arms and then looked at me. “Carla Christine Zabala-Yamamoto, my wife, my queen. It is up to you if you think you are ready to be known as my wife. I give you permission to introduce yourself to everyone. There will be powerful organizations attending that wedding and if you want to make a scene, I will allow you.” Yuichi kissed me and then said goodbye to leave. After five minutes of Yuichi leaving, only then did Yuchi’s words sink in.

I smirk as I look at her. "Mrs Kiara M Thakre, wife of late Mukul Thakre. An orphan, but then, Mukul fell in love with you and married you, but so sad, he died two months ago," I chuckle as I give her an idea that I know everything about her.

After his lips left to kiss mine, I said, "My name is Azalea Himawari, 19 years old, wife of Anthony Kicker. Whose dress is this, sir, it's not for me, right?" I have to make him realize that I am not his girlfriend. I'm not a substitute woman. I am a wife, who cannot possibly remarry before I am divorced. I hope he understands and doesn't fight fate. But he said, "I don't care, cause you are mine right now!"

“Collapsed? Did you see her collapse with your own eyes?” Marcellus suddenly cut him off, his gaze sharp as a blade, his voice low yet edged with interrogation. Elias’s shoulders jolted ever so slightly at the question. He lowered his eyes, his hands curling tightly around the armrests of the chair as though forcing himself to remain composed. “No…” he admitted with difficulty, shaking his head. “I wasn’t there when it happened. Someone later came to inform me that she had suddenly fainted. My chest tightened the moment I heard it, and I sent someone to find you right away. Whatever the current state of your relationship may be, you two are still bound by law as husband and wife. I felt you

He lowered his head, clearly conflicted. I kept up the act and huffed. "If you don't love me anymore and won't let me touch you, then fine. Let's just end things and go our separate ways." I stood up like I meant to leave, and just as expected, he grabbed my hand. When I turned around, Kaelen was blushing and stammering. "I-I don't hate you. I'm just..." "What is it?" "I'm pregnant." I blinked, eyes going wide. "What?"

I said instead. "Please." We left Lily arranging Clover into a position of authority and went back to the kitchen and I made coffee with my back to him and was very aware of him sitting at my table, in my Saturday afternoon, in the particular quiet of a life I had built carefully and alone. "This is what your days look like," he said. Not a question. "More or less." "It's good, Mara." I turned with the mugs. "You sound surprised." "Not surprised." He took the mug. Our fingers touched this time. Brief, ordinary, the kind of contact that meant nothing. "I just…..I didn't know what I expected. Something harder maybe."

"Fine, let's just say I kicked her out. But since this is my house, am I not allowed to decide that I don't want her staying here?" "How dare you!" Pointing at me, Casper was shaking all over in rage. "She's my late brother's wife, and now that he's gone, it's my responsibility to take care of her and Baxter. How can you treat my family like that?" "Responsibility?" I looked up at him. My gaze was cold, and my voice was laced with sarcasm. "Casper, dare you look me in the eye and honestly say that responsibility is all you feel for her?"