Key Glock Wife Novels & Stories

I shook off her hand. I looked at her with a mocking expression. “My wife is dead. What are you pretending for? Do you think this will fool me?” She raised her left arm. “Look, this birthmark proves it—” I cut her off. “What does that prove? Twins can have the same birthmarks.” She grew more anxious and tried to drag me away. I struggled hard. Catching her off guard, I shoved her aside and ran toward the parking exit.

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.

It was a picture-perfect moment, one that she had grown accustomed to over the years. Behind her, the sound of champagne glasses clinking and polite laughter filled the air. Their annual charity gala was in full swing, and Rory was playing the role of hostess to perfection. Her husband, Julian Saint Clair, was mingling with the guests, charming them with his famous smile and effortless charisma. Rory's eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Julian laugh with a young, beautiful woman. She was a model, or an actress, or something. Rory couldn't quite remember. All she knew was that the woman was young, and beautiful, and completely enamored with Julian.

Along the way, they encountered challenges, as every relationship does, but they faced them with unwavering commitment and a fierce determination to overcome any obstacle. Amid the chaos and uncertainty, Jacob, Sean's closest confidant and friend, stumbled upon an unthinkable truth. He had stumbled upon a resemblance, a connection between Katara and his late wife. The haunting familiarity in their blood types had left him speechless, but he couldn't allow himself to believe it fully. His wife and child were supposed to have perished together, a devastating loss that had shattered his world. The possibility of a child, of a living reminder of his beloved wife, was both a torment and a glimmer

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

He provides and loves his daughter; I cannot fault him for that. He loves our daughter with everything in him. Shaakirah Herrington is seven now and loves her father just as much as he loves her. I am the only one who crossed the line and fell in love with him. I fell in love with David when he was there for me throughout my pregnancy. A phone rings startling me, we are not far from Kira’s school. He answers his phone. “Hey Kirsten…” he answers. His youngest brother. Kirsten Herrington. ATF agent,

"It will end soon, I promise." "Ok." She replied giving him a smile. Rodriguez kissed her forehead and walked out of the room. Immediately she saw him out, she inspected the drawer. Nothing was there. She could have sworn she saw Rodriguez drop a pistol there. She hardly knew what was going on with her husband. First, he has mood swings and now he kept guns. He wasn't working for the mafia such that he would need a weapon in case his enemies wanted to get back at him. She closed the drawer after checking its nook and crannies.

Nick gazed at the photograph for a long time before finally speaking, his voice huskier than usual, as if whispering to his mother—or perhaps introducing her to Khloe. "Mom, I brought someone to see you." He turned slightly, holding out his hand to her. Khloe placed her hand in his cool palm. His grip was firm, as if drawing strength from her. "She's Khloe," he said, his voice steady now, carrying the weight of a solemn entrustment. "She's my wife." Khloe knelt lightly on the grass beside him, ignoring the dew that might dampen her clothes. "Hello, Mom. I'm Khloe," she said softly, her voice full of sincerity. "Don't worry. I'll stay by Nick's side and take good care of him."

she said,her voice laced with venom as I shivered. . . Kendricks POV . . I stretched a bit, straining my neck to relieve the pain as Tiger walked in. "She's ready" he said as I frowned. "I have a wife" I spat as he frowned. "But this has always been part of the deal before the boss died" he said as I looked at him furiously before shooting his leg. "Don't remind me,I can't cheat on my wife" i said as two guards walked in. "Take him to the clinic and make it less suspicious" i said as they nodded and pulled him out

“Goodness, the patient is in bad condition. He’s hurt in many places and needs surgery, stat! Where’s his next of kin? We need his next of kin to sign for consent!” The passerby held up my phone and called one of the speed dial numbers. “Hello, are you Mr. Schultz’s wife? Your husband is in terrible condition, and the hospital needs you to sign for surgical consent. You need to get over here quickly!” Florence was annoyed by this. “How can you be so shameless, Tyson? Are you trying to pull one over on me by pretending to be hurt? I’m on vacation with Isaiah right now. I don’t have the time for your little tricks!”