Key Glock Wife Novels & Stories

Stares follow me, officers pausing mid-conversation, whispers rippling through the room. I don’t care. Let them talk. Let them choke on their curiosity. “I’m here for my wife,”. I start, no hesitation. The young officer behind the desk stiffens, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She’s fresh-faced, probably barely out of the academy, and I can already see the apology forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry, sir… who is your wife?” she asks carefully. “Marion Storm,” I answer, the name rolling out like thunder. “She was brought in a few hours ago.”

Gladyce unlocked the lock and got ready to leave. However, when it was launched, it was discovered that the yacht was a double lock... Moreover, the lock that was started had a password. "Hmm?" Gladyce frowned. "What should I do? Why is it so complicated?" There were people patrolling the night. Gladyce raised her head and shouted, "Hey! Come here!" The people on duty were surprised to see Gladyce. "Madam?" "It's your wedding night. Why is your wife here? Where are you?"

Hawk looked like he was reconsidering loyalty. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered. One of the men raised a hand hesitantly. “Boss… I got married last year.” The governor didn’t blink. “Your wife’s identity has been integrated.” The man opened his passport again. His wife’s face stared back from the partner section. He looked stunned. “You did a background check on my wife?” “Of course.” The room moved from laughter to quiet awe.

Upon seeing Liam, Chuck immediately stood up, but his eyes lit up when he laid them on Gwyneth. "Mr. Luther, long time no see. And who might this be..." Chuck didn't have any ulterior motives, but appreciation for beauty proved to be universal, and he was no exception. Without a trace of hesitation or animosity, Liam responded with an air of confidence, his hand gracefully encircling Gwyneth's waist. His voice resonated with conviction as he introduced her, "This is my wife." Chuck said, "Ah, Mrs. Luther, I've heard so much about you. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

John asked his subordinate. "He's trying to force his way in," explained the officer, still holding back Grey's body. Impatiently, Grey shouted, "My wife is inside there!" John looked at the handsome man before him and nodded. He then asked, "Is your wife a patient here?" "Yes," Grey replied, "I was supposed to pick her up tomorrow to go back home." "What's your wife's name?" John inquired. "Keyara... her name is Keyara Reed," Grey said, "So please let me in and find my wife. Maybe she's in the crowd."

Rob explains. “Family doesn’t keep a secret like that,” Max says in a low voice. He takes my hand, “Come with me, my love.” “I’m glad this is working out for you,” says Rob. “I was a little worried that you wouldn’t accept your wife. Granma and Grampa did well picking your mom and your aunt.” “Stay away from me and my wife,” Max replies. He pulls me away from Rob.

I staggered to my feet and pulled the Glock from my guard's holster, aiming it squarely at his forehead. On pure instinct, he drew his own weapon in the same instant, aiming it at me. Just as it would happen, again and again. In our suffocating seven-year marriage, we aimed guns at each other's heads over Sofia countless times. But no one ever pulled the trigger. And no one ever backed down. But my strength was gone. My legs gave out, and I pitched forward, the gun still in my hand. A strong arm caught me. And for a split second, I could have sworn I saw a flicker of panic in his eyes.

My buddy, Jayden Jenkins, has come over to my place again to mooch a free meal. It is scorching hot outside, and I am sweating over the stove in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Jayden is lounging in the air-conditioned living room. After biting the tip off a strawberry, he pulls my wife, Willow Simpson, into his arms and casually pops the rest into her mouth. "Here, Willow. Help me finish it," he says with a wicked grin. "It's rare enough that this cheap bastard Caius finally buys strawberries. Now he'll complain that I wasted one if I don't finish it." I wipe the sweat from my forehead and glance toward the living room, just in time to see Willow swallow the half-eaten strawberry. The thing

He asked, gripping her hand and Madeline nodded with a stressed smile. "Well do you work here?" he curiously asks, pulling her closer which caught her off guard. "I-I..." she was about to speak but a strong arm drags her back and holds her waist from her left. She lifts her head to see the person and her lips clapped themselves. "Kennard," she mumbled. He wore a rigid cold face with a clenched jaw and threw invisible draggers at the frontman from his piercing stares. "Why does my wife need to work here?" Kennard roared with an annoyed tone.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.