Knotted Wife Novels & Stories

Kiran said, and Adara’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “What? When the hell did you find this out?” she asked him, angrily. He understood her anger. They’d raised their children to respect the bond that was gifted to them. It was something precious to be cherished and looked after. “I smelled the other woman on him at the wedding, and I confronted him that night we drove to Anchorage,” Kiran said. “But they imprinted!” Adara said, a frown furrowing between her brows. “Which is exactly why I think some witch is busy playing with his emotions, for some reason,” Kiran said, and placed his hands on her knees.

Lorena asked politely placing her hand on his arm. Ashton hated his wife sometimes and this being those times. She doesn't know what to speak, where to speak, how to speak. Her tongue moved faster than her mind and it was all filthy and vulgar. His dear wife was cursing another woman in front of so many people. Her etiquettes resembled that of a roadside thug and her attire was just not at all acceptable. Lorena's beautiful eyes held so much peace and calmness in contrast to his wife's chaotic ones.

"You keep saying that's not it, and you never once say what it actually is." I sat there for a second with both hands pressed over my face, trying to work out how to hand her something I'd never handed anyone else in my life. Not my mother. Not her father. Nobody. "Her name is Wren," I said finally. "She used to babysit me and my sister, years before your mom and my dad ever met. I was seventeen. She was twenty-three. It went somewhere it shouldn't have gone, and when my father found out, he paid her to leave town and stay quiet about it." I made myself keep talking even though every part of me wanted to stop right there. "Not to protect me. To protect the company. Her name was already tied

No one expected Frank to be out of commission, too, but naturally, they made full use of this opportunity. The Lawsons joined forces with many others to bring down Stone Group. That, combined with the evidence they had, was enough to seal the fate of Stone Group for good. During this critical moment, an unassuming person came forward—Rose. She used her maiden name and asked for a divorce. She also submitted a petition to take Frank to court for not only hiring a hitman to kill someone but also unlawfully detaining her for many years. Rose never loved Frank. Evan, the man she did love, died a tragic death because of her. And yet, she was forced to be with Evan's murderer and even bear him a c

Let her walk out feeling like she won something. Now that same sentence sat differently. Not like the final word of a woman who had lost. Like the quiet warning of a woman who already knew what was coming. And had chosen to tell me anyway. Something wasn't adding up. The woman I had been married to had been careful. Reserved. Always slightly apart from the world around her, like she was watching it from a distance she had chosen for herself. I had mistaken that distance for smallness. For a life that did not extend far beyond what I could see.

“Okay. Last question” He raises his brow, waiting for me. “What’s knotting?” I ask, and he freezes, staring at me. “How did you know about that?” “Well, someone thinks that’s why our marriage is fake. So, what is it?” “We’re done here,” he growls, then turns on his heel, walking away. “Tore!” I shout after him, but he doesn’t respond; instead, he keeps walking away. I remain standing in the hallway alone.

"Eleanor. As long as we're not divorced, you're still my wife. Legally." He looked, to her, like something starving. She watched him shrug out of his jacket, unbutton his shirt. "I don't want this. You can't do this to me!" She threw everything she had into it, but the words came out shaking, half-broken. "Of course I can." He didn't answer with anything else. He closed the distance instead. Beneath him, Eleanor went rigid, curled in on herself, trembling down to her toes, gripping the sheets like they were the only solid thing left.

"Wife? Like seriously, you are considering your ugly self as my wife? The multimillionaire Sebastian Knight's wife? Then listen you are nothing but a gold digger. How much I wish you had seen your ugly self before considering your worthless self as my wife. Your face isn't worth spat upon, you fucking whore. This marriage is nothing to me. You are nothing to me. You are just a low-class girl. How could you even think that you can be my wife? You won't even fit as my maid. Have you even seen this type of clothes in your entire life? What am I saying? Your full family never saw the dress even in their dream. You are not worthy of wearing this dress you bitch" "Ma'am, are you okay?" The manage

Three others in a row started with a woman kissing the knob of a nine or ten inch cock, then with half of it in her mouth, and finally with her lips pressed against the guy's balls and a bulge in her throat. "This is her stash, huh?" Tina said. "Yeah, I'd say she has a slut-wife fantasy going here. I wonder if her hubby knows about this."

Celine had spat out to my surprise, I scoffed, looking right at her serious expression as I wondered what exactly her issue was, maybe she had harbored so much hate and saw this as a medium to let it all out. “Husband?” I said as I giggled out. It was the first time I would hear someone refer to Alpha Knox as her husband, I thought we all had silently agreed on who he was to his women. He was the Alpha, and that was what I knew everyone to call him, except this lady of course. “Yeah of course he is, maybe you do not know that, but the Alpha do have a wife!” She added. I rested back into my chair as I stared right at her.