Key Glock Wife Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Then he picked up the gun. "This is a Glock 19. Nine millimeter. Standard, reliable, relatively easy to handle." He showed me the magazine, the safety, and the basics with practiced ease. "Your stance is important. Feet shoulder-width apart. Slight bend in the knees. Hold it with both hands—dominant hand on the grip, support hand underneath." He demonstrated, aimed, and fired. Three perfect shots to the center of the target. "Your turn." He handed me the gun. It was heavier than I expected. I tried to copy his stance, but it felt wrong, awkward.

The man was wearing a dark gray uniform that made his ebony skin look flawless. “Hey, Erwin,” Wakely said as she leaned over me to look at the man. The man leaned forward and narrowed his eyes to see better. “Wakely…is that you?” She smiled at him. “Yup!” “Well, shit girl!” He ran around the car, she opened the door, and hopped out, hugging the man. “The wife and I constantly talk about you. We saw what happened on the news and wanted to reach out.” “How is Gloria?” Wakely asked.

“You’re not the only one who knows how to play the long game, George. And you should remember—I never agreed to be a piece. I agreed to be your wife.” “For the sake of a contract,” he said, still holding onto the last thread of authority. “Then you should’ve married someone spineless,” she replied, climbing the stairs with poise that couldn’t be touched. --- Later That Night – George’s Study He didn’t go upstairs. Instead, George paced the length of his study, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, the half-drunk glass of whiskey on the desk growing warmer by the minute. The headlines flooded his phone, relentless: > “Mrs. Knights’ Silent Entrance Makes the Loudest Statement.”

No woman has ever moved him the way Natasha Mullins moved him, his heart had stopped, his breath cut short by her sight, at that moment he knew to make her his forever by tying the knot with her. Five years ago the knowledge of a woman in his life seemed terrifying, but a moment spent with Natasha proved otherwise. Within eight months of marriage, they were blessed with their first child Kenneth Carter. Nathaniel's thought his heart would burst with pride. A son. One of his everliving wishes had come through. Then there came Olivia another bundle of joy but their joy was immediately cut short one faithful night Natasha left to get the forgotten beverages of their daughter despite his disappr

“Nate, I don’t—” “Where?” His jaw was locked, anger radiating from him. I walked into the closet and sighed as I pulled out the black metal case. Nathan watched me as I exited and set it on the bed. “How do you open it?” He set the Ruger down. I lined my fingers up and set them down. “It’s a biometric fingerprint lock.” After a moment, the lock sprung and the case opened. “Glock 19.” He reached forward and grabbed the gun along with the clip that was sitting beside it. He looked at it for a moment before sliding the clip in.

I was about to push it open when a man in a light gray shirt stepped out first. I took one look and knew he was exactly the type Serena Vaughn would like—clean-cut, composed, carrying himself with quiet steadiness. “And you are?” he asked. His eyes swept quickly over Ethan in my arms, and his expression shifted. “I’m Serena’s husband, Lucas Drake,” I said evenly. “I came to see how my wife managed to sign herself as a family member to your child.” A nurse pushed a treatment cart past us in the hallway, and several family members chatted nearby.