Kakashi Wife Novels & Stories

Faced with Forty-nine’s request, he introduced his other guests to him. He pointed at a woman who was dressed in a blue dress and sitting by his side. The woman was stunningly beautiful and exuded a charismatic aura. “She’s Yekaterina Larkspur, the Lord of the Tenth Universe and a Four-Power Macrocosm Ancestral God. She also happens to be my wife.” Hearing this, James was stunned. To think that the Lord of the Tenth Universe was Kallinikos’ wife! So, it seemed that the Ninth and Tenth Universes were a family.

“Thank you so much.” “Of course,” I reply as I wash and dry my hands. “Have a lovely evening.” “You as well!” Exiting the bathroom, I can hardly contain my smile. Making my way back to Ansel, I spotted a familiar face. “Lady Karin. I was hoping I would see you here,” said the gardener’s wife as she approached me. “You look lovely, as always.” “You as well.” “For a pregnant woman?” she asks smirking and I shake my head.

She looked at him and cocked her head, “I can’t tell you the details, but how about this? Humor me this time, and I promise your wife won’t misunderstand, and you will have your revenge." “Do you know my wife?” Jonathan was surprised. “Yes! She said the marriage was just bad timing and you are a good person. But she was hurt nonetheless, and she would patiently wait for you to go and find her. She won’t seek you out on her initiative.” Liliana explained. “Where is she?” He asked, his voice trembling. “I can’t tell you that.” She tried her best to speak without giving anything away.

Tyler POV "Mr. Mitchell? I noticed you haven't had dinner yet, so I brought your cappuccino," Mariana says, entering the room without knocking, wearing a tight and low-cut skirt. "Thank you, Mariana, but the last thing I need right now is caffeine," I shrugged, gesturing for her to leave my office and let me be alone. "Problems with your wife?" She asked, leaning on the table.

She’d leaned over to plug it in, and the screen had lit up just long enough to reveal a photo. This face. Andrea had asked him back then—lightly, pretending it didn’t matter, “Who’s that?” Gabriel had laughed, too casual. “A client’s wife. Or something like that.” Lies. That’s what they were. Because the woman standing in front of her now wasn’t just some ‘client’s wife.’ She was holding a tray with two cappuccinos. One had soy milk written on the lid in marker. She picked them up like it was routine—like this was a regular morning for her and someone else.

“You didn’t even tell me you were back in the territory.” Kai’s eyes flicked to me for a second. Then back to her. “Things changed,” he said simply. “Mmm.” She smiled sweetly. “I can see that.” Her gaze finally slid to me, slow, assessing, sharp enough to peel away skin. “And who is this little one?” she asked, as if talking about a stray puppy referring to me. Kai stiffened, hisbjaw clenching. “This is Aliya,” he said. “My wife.”

My breath caught and the rooftop spun. Wife? No way. Kaito hadn’t hinted at a wife—no ring, no mention, nothing. Even when I looked him up, there was nothing talking about his marriage. My mind scrambled, replaying every moment we’ve spent together—from asking me out openly to our second meeting and then the date. Was it all a lie? My chest tightened, hurt and anger surging, but I kept my face neutral. I knew she wanted me to break or something but I wouldn’t give her that satisfaction.

she whispered, and a cold laugh left me. “I am here to return the terror you caused me. What? Are you scared?” “Akira!” an urgent voice cut through the air. Heavy steps echoed before the door burst open. A male barged in and froze. My wolf went into a frenzy as I recognized him. Akira’s distant cousin. Now her husband. His eyes widened when it met mine. “You,” he snarled, drawing his sword. “You monster. I thought you were dead. So you are the one leading killers into the kingdom? I will end you here!”

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

And disobedient women always disappeared, so I sat frozen in front of the television while the Master poured himself another drink, amber liquid glowing beneath the dim light. “You fear marriage because the Mothers only teach discipline,” he said calmly. “They do not prepare girls properly for devotion.” I kept my eyes lowered. “Yes, Master.” His polished shoes echoed softly across the wooden floor as he approached me again. “A wife exists to serve in peace,” he continued. “Happiness comes when a woman accepts her place instead of fighting against it.” His fingers tilted my chin upward until I was forced to meet his gaze. “You will never deny me affection, Leah. Do you understand?”