Novel & Cerita Kakashi Wife

“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?"

He would be thinking that his wife was a swan, not knowing she was Lucifer's serpent in disguise. I shifted my gaze from her to Kagemoto Kazama and back again, trying to keep my thoughts clear, trying to stay focused on what mattered right now instead of getting lost in everything else. There was only one thing that didn’t make sense in all of this, and I wasn’t about to keep quiet about it. “Your daughter is married to my best friend,” I said, my voice steady even though everything inside me felt anything but. “So how exactly is she supposed to marry Frank? Or is this some kind of polygamy situation?”

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?"

Her voice is like music floating toward me, and it is golden. "I am Alpha Kai. Who are you?" I ask her. "I am Alaska," she whispers softly. She looks down and then back up at me. She is feeling it too, but wait. Alaska is the new Beta's wife. FUCK ME! "You are Beta Finn's wife?" I ask. She growls loudly, much louder than I would ever let someone growl at me, but I let her. I would let her have anything. "We are not married yet. It is arranged by my parents and very complicated. Not really something I want to get into right now, but maybe later, Alpha," Alaska says.

Kara's POV “Kara,” Hunter said from across the room. “Come over here please.” I rose and walked toward the group, clasping my hands behind my back as I came to stand opposite my husband. “I will not accept any more commentary on Kara’s actions, or anything that does not pertain directly to your work duties, for that manner.” He looked at the rest of the deltas as he spoke, gaze lingering briefly on Laila, and for longer on Daphne. “Is that clear?”

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

Today Deffin deliberately invited the media to show how much he loves Azkia, and what his beloved wife wants, he will make it happen. And indirectly tell the whole world, don't let anyone act insolent to his favorite wife, if you don't want to deal with him. However, Azkia thinks Deffin at this time is just acting, he is playing the role of an ideal husband, there is a sense of emotion that is being denied, and unconsciously in his heart began to engrave the name Deffin Wirata, an arrogant Young master who behaves as he pleases, but on the other hand, can bring out the flowers blooming in his heart.

He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening. "Who's this?" She asked. "It's me, honey. I have to tell you something." "What?" Her voice sounded dire. Can I go on? "It's about Ema, She fell unconscious..." "What!" His wife's voice rang repeatedly in his ear, "What happened to her?" "The doctor said she has a brain lesion apparently from her accident and it might be healing so—" "So what?" "Her memories are coming back." "What? No! We'll lose her." She was hysterical.