Knotted Wife Novels & Stories

Alice, listening on Wayne’s other side, was wearing a disbelieving expression. Jarred moved next to Alice. “There are a lot of rumors going around about this guy. Some says he’s imprisoned his wife at home so she can’t cheat on him. Or that his marriage was fake and he doesn’t actually love the woman. It’s all for show. Wayne Anderson’s married but not many people know who his wife is, what she looks like, what she does… So many stories have cropped up. But don’t believe any of those. This guy’s head over heels about his wife. But I guess it’s true he’s afraid someone will try to take her away from him.”

Our words were getting more colourful the more we talked, and we forgot about the woman who can snap our necks in a second if she wished to. "Low class really? That's all you could come up with, Sweetie? listen here, at this moment I doubt you could have an erection at all, otherwise why would I be here as your wife?" Okay, that time I really pushed his buttons, and I could see my name written on a tombstone. 'Here lies Sophia Kathlyn Stademan, married for an hour, and died in the hands of her husband.' Is it too long? I think so but at this moment I swear that's what I imagined.

Unfortunately, Jennifer ignores her and huffs, “Who the heck are you? You don’t have any say in this matter. It is only between my future husband and me. Now, shut up and leave us alone.” My breath hitches. She didn’t just say what I think she said. Dotty takes a deep breath while she clinches her fists. I instinctively take a step back out of the way and bump into my husband’s firm chest. With steam rolling off her, Dotty spouts fire along with her words. “Now, get this clear, you witch. Connor is my brother-in-law and is married to my sister. You are too late. He is already taken.”

“This woman is your wife?” “Yes, Mr. Connor,” Arnold quickly grinned fawningly. “My wife is 17 years younger than I am. We just got married last month…” At this point, he realized that something wasn’t right. “Hehe… Why do you ask, Mr. Connor?” Zachary squinted. His eyes filled with a chill. “You attempted to strip my wife and put her on display. If you wish to provide me with compensation, leave her naked on this road until sunset.”

We couldn’t help the beasts we’d been shaped into, and after all this time, we liked the way that we were. “I feel as if I know your wife well enough to say she’d like that. Her freak matches your freak, brother.” Knight’s words ended on a note of amusement. A possessive sort of anger had me clenching my teeth to the point of pain. “Getting real tired hearing about your feelings towards my wife.” I disconnected from the mind-link. Blowing out a breath, I stood from my chair in the corner and adjusted my cock in my slacks. It had been hard and throbbing for the past hour now, and I was nearing my tipping point.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

Another man steps in front of him, glaring. Noah turns to the bartender. “She is my wife and she is drunk. I need to take her home, please.” The bartender nods and turns to the rest. “He’s her husband, let him take her home. The mash needs ro rest, okay guys?”

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

Son of a. He didn't go back up, he couldn't. He could hide everything, except that immense desire, which he was holding back so much that he turned red, to put his hands around his neck. Not only did the bastard have a mistress, but the woman was pregnant! Why else would he have that in his pocket? Deanna was going to die. He couldn't have a child with her and ended up in bed with someone else to do so. Not only would she have to face her husband's betrayal, but also the fact that someone else was giving him what she couldn't.

“I have. And I’m trying to understand why you don’t just exchange blows with the man who actually hurt you. I’ve met him once. Why am I being punished for something I didn’t do?” He leans forward on his cane, tone condescendingly soft. “Because, pretty, I don’t want to harm a single hair on Knox’s head. From what I’ve heard about his lifestyle since he came back, he might just end up enjoying it. You know he had this… strange relationship with the former owner of that club he owns. And his wife.” He raises his brows like it’s some inside joke. “The wife was a sadist. Got off on inflicting pain. Real piece of work, from what I gathered. And sometimes, she took it too far.” His fingers tap twi