Key Glock Wife Novels & Stories

Her slender hand playfully took his silenced revolver out from his waist playing it with her fingers. “Honey... What are you doing here?” Zack felt complicated seeing his wife playing his revolver like a pro. His heart thudded loudly inside his ribcage. He felt uneasy! Kenneth’s jaws dropped seeing his boss’s wife holding the gun in her hand. He shivered in fear as he inched closer to his boss. “Bo-boss...” he stammered nervously. “Shut up if you want to get yourself alive away from here...” Zack warned his assistant seriously in a low voice.

~~KNOX~~ Maddox was distracted by his wife. I had noticed that when he would sit at his desk and pretend to be signing things. Today was one of those days and he was carrying his Glock. I had been carrying mine for a while, too, ever since I noticed some punk hanging around the garage entrance. My phone pinged on my desk, bringing my attention to my watch, and I grinned. I want you. I want you too, but you know we can't get caught.

“You know… I’m a simple woman, Adrian.” Shit. My stomach dropped for a bit. This sounded way too familiar. This didn’t sound right… “A secret for a favor,” she echoed back at me in the same manner I did just minutes ago. “Then, we can talk.” I nearly laughed, shaking my head, my eyes on our home appearing right at the corner. My wife was going to be the death of me. This was coming from a man who sold arms and ammunitions to very dangerous people.

He asked, hoping that Detective will say anything about it. "Yeah, it was a long time ago. Klyde McMarrow was the reason why she died." He answered, clearly his face says how miserable he is thinking about losing his wife so suddenly. "Klyde McMarrow took women from country to country and smuggle them. One of those blondies were my wife. We were just 3 months together as wife and husband. Then one night she just... she didn't come home. Next thing I knew, she was gone... they found her body by the river, she was shot twice at her back." He shared to him. "I'm sorry to hear that." Rig exhaled, hearing the siren of the ambulance and emergency vehicles.

Since I was the key informant, I was taken back to the confidential quarters instead of back home, and Anton personally welcomed me there. "Don't be nervous, Dr. Hopkins. Just tell me in detail everything you discovered about the defection." I sat up straight and began. "Tonight was supposed to be my wedding night with Gwen, but she told me that she had a top-secret mission at work and had to leave urgently. I found it strange at first. "The only thing she brought with her was her phone. There weren't any military vehicles to pick her up either, and I also found the hotel room keycard on the floor that she accidentally dropped."

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

Mom reported Rosalie's burned villa to the authorities. Rosalie arrived at the villa and stood outside, dazed as she stared at the police officers surrounding it. She made her way up to the room on the second floor, the one she had locked me in. When the officers told her that the corner of the room was where I had died, she went still. She looked up at them. "That's impossible. He must have escaped." It wasn't until they showed her a photo of me that she finally believed it. An officer pointed to the dried blood in the corner. "We tested the DNA. It's your husband's."

Nathan scoffed, a sly smirk settling around his lips as he signaled to Luke to lock the door and guard it. “I’m offended, were you not expecting me, Kendrick? After what you did…to my wife?” Nathan sneered as he circled around the bed like a predator hunting for his prey and waiting for when to strike. "What are you talking about, man?" Kendrick asked, his voice laced with feigned innocence. He paused, his eyes narrowing as he stretched out a finger, his gaze locking onto Nathan's face. "Oh, it's you. Nathan. I thought you were still on your honeymoon with that..slut," he spat, his lips curling in distaste. "And I didn't do anything to your...wife. She came to me, begging for a fu

He was coming after me. “Really?” I turned and scowled at him. “Don't be disgusting.” “I know you're not on your period.” He stopped in front of me. “I am, sir.” “Bullshit.” He tried putting his hand around my waist, but I pulled away. “I'm serious.” “Well, I don't care. I am gonna wear protection anyway. Storeroom, now.” “You heard your wife, she said that she won't take long.” “Me too.”