Key Glock Wife Novels & Stories

He even pulled out his phone to show a picture he had saved—a candid shot of her he took and looked at when he was alone. “Sorry, sir, we hadn't seen—” “Wait, is that Gracie?” the other guy said, looking closer at the screen. “It is Gracie.” He nodded his head, confirming it. “Yes, that’s her name,” Eric answered, his heart hammering. “What is she to you?” the guard asked, trying to look intimidating. Eric took a breath, trying to control his temper before he punched the man. “She is my wife. I have not been able to reach her all day.”

That I could just walk up to Vincenzo, shrug, and say, nah, not today, brother, I’m domesticated now, married, eating salads on rooftops instead of stacking bodies in alleys. She wants me to believe it too. She wants me to believe I could strip it out of myself, like violence isn’t stitched into my fucking DNA. And for her, I almost believe I can. My eyes found the Glock on the nightstand. Always within reach, the way another man might keep his wedding ring. My fingers twitched. I wanted to check the weight, thumb the safety, feel the oil on the metal but I didn’t, not with her asleep ten feet away.

I asked, embarrassed. "No worry, Mrs. I am very happy for you. Your husband is a lucky man," he responded kindly. "Thank you," I said, my face warming. "It's just that I just got confirmation news of my pregnancy, and I wanted to surprise my husband. He'll be so happy." As I leaned back into the seat, basking in the joy of the moment, a female voice on the radio caught my attention. "We have exclusive news of the video circulating online of none other than the wife of Mr. Gray Lockwood in bed with another man," the reporter announced.

I rumbled on. “Yes sir I understand.” Gary said seriously like he was in an interview. “Good, well you see, this my friend, he is married and his marriage just started to feel amazing, if you know what I mean.” “Of course I do. I have been married too for a very long time if you ask me.” Gary said with a wide smile. Good, I thought, adjusting more in my seat. “Okay, but this my friend, his wife is a twin and they are identical. Just different eye color and character.”

she said in a soft voice and her grief started to show again in her expression. I embraced her lovingly and whispered to her, “Don’t worry, me and our son are here for you. You still have your family, Babe.” She nodded and kissed me on my right cheek. “Thank you, you and our son are my all now, my life,” she murmured and I stiffened. “Babe, I wanted to tell you something about Thermally and another woman named Glodola.” “Glodola? Is she still alive? I know I left her inside the room before I was able to escape, almost lifeless,” my wife suddenly burst out.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

I’m just finishing the documents and shaking hands with the team at the closing table when I get a video from Mason and a text. ‘Class was going well. There was a mouse situation but all is well. Your wife is a natural.” I tap on the video and watch my heavily pregnant wife properly disassemble a 9mm Taurus pistol and check the barrel before cleaning and greasing the gun properly. She then reassembles it with ease. She truly was a natural at this. I smile as I watch the video. I then get a call from my moving company.

He informs, pulling out a pen and a jotter from his back pocket. “He’s—was my wife’s father. They haven’t seen each other in years and Vary never talk about him. I thought it nice to invite him and try mending a broken relationship, so I invited him for her birthday and I gave them room a few minutes later, I hear a gunshot and when I ran in Mr Tobi Klean was lying in a pool of blood. There were trails of blood, so I followed it and it led me to where my wife was, holding a gun in her hand.” “Where was she exactly?” asks Sean interrogatively.

She slapped his hand away and shouted, “She provoked me first! Don’t touch her. You’re a married man now. You’re not allowed to touch another woman!” Jake’s expression darkened. After two seconds, he turned to Spencer and said, “Help your mother up.” Still angry at me, Spencer raised his voice. “My mom is right here.” I rubbed my dizzy head and pushed myself up using a chair. Just as the security guards were about to lay hands on me again, someone in the crowd suddenly spoke hesitantly. “Isn’t that Mr. Ziegler’s wife? She doesn’t show up often, but I saw her from a distance two years ago. She looks familiar.”

It turned out that, to the public, Ula’s husband was Jordan. I was seething with rage. I opened the car door and shouted at John. “I am Ula’s legal husband!” I pulled out the locket that Ula had given me at our wedding from around my neck. Since it was extremely valuable, the locket she gave me had gone viral on the day of our wedding ceremony. John’s eyes widened when he saw it. I thought he would recognize me. However, he lunged forward the very next second and snatched the locket right off my neck.