Leveling Up My Husband To The Max Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking. Max's gaze held mine hostage. "What I mean," he said slowly, "is that I need you to step up and start acting like a wife. You will be expected to be always available to me when I demand it, attending social functions as my partner and sharing my life with me as any wife should. And no room for mistakes.” "I understand," I attempted to say steadily. "Good," he finally said. "I'm glad we understand each other." The rest of the ride was silent, save for the low hum of the engine. My mind wandered aimlessly, trying to comprehend my cruel reality.

“You need to find yourself. All you do is take care of others. Ellie is always neglected. My wife…she’s precious and should be cared for. I want you to focus on Ellie. Find a hobby or anything to bring you happiness. You can go back to school. Your brother once told me you wanted to become a teacher. Why don’t you do that? We have plenty of money. I will pay.” “Max, I already worked hard to become an accountant. I don’t want to go back to school and I don’t want to quit my job yet. Once my internship is up, we can discuss me not working. But for now, lets focus on you.” “No. No. I’m not a selfish asshole.” Max says in a slurred voice. “I don’t think you are. You are my sweet, amazing husband

I thought for a moment and quickly explained, "Don’t get me wrong. This is just the rule of the game. The players in the game can get married after reaching a certain level. A lot of skills can only be unlocked by doing so. When you reach higher levels in the future, you can also find a female player to get married with and use those skills." "How long have you been married? Have you had a wedding night? Do you have kids?" I was rendered speechless. Why was he taking it so seriously? He didn’t wait for my answer. Instead, he looked back at the screen of his mobile phone and began to kill the boss. I heaved a sigh of relief, picked up my cellphone, and began to play. I didn’t play games often

I raised a brow, “why don't you agree you can never beat Calvin, huh?” “You've been trying for years. Just accept he's better.” “Fuck you!” Jayden yelled and I met his angry gaze with a firm look before I smiled. “Since childhood. You should give up. My husband is better than you.” I said and took a step towards the door before I stopped. “Maybe get married and then you can compete with him.” And with that, I headed out and at once I bumped into the figure, the spicy scent filling my nostrils in an instant.

😂 Are you including your right hand? Unable to hear certain AI’s remarks, Levi continued his very righteous internal monologue. Only his precious treasure is worthy enough to climb the dragon bed! Blackie: ‘Wow, you want him to climb your bed? Heh, it’s nice to have dreams, but you should be more grounded. The only way you can get your baby to climb your bed is if you rebranded your bed into his bed.’ Levi: ‘Hmph, you are not the first to come up with the idea of marriage. I am already working on it!’

he stopped the car and turned towrds me "larib don,t test my patience " he said while holding the stirring wheel hard, that his knuckles turned red . "i am not testing your patience you are testing my patience , first you married me forcefully now you want to become my king . you are not my king but my husband do you understand there is no difference between husband and wife they both are equal atleast in my religion, and i am your equal so if you like it or not i will talk to you the way i want and i would behave with you the way i want because i am your wife , your other half and they are not ,so their is difference . no one can show me the rules of how to talk and behave with my husband n

A tired smile … but a real one. Lifting my hand, I drag my palm from one side of his face to the other. My thumb traces the corner of his eyebrow. “Earlier, you said you wanted to be more than my husband. You already are. You’re going to be the father of our baby,” I whisper. “That’s more than enough.”

It sure feels good, I can’t even lie. “Put me down!” I giggle lightly. “Of course not, this is an exercise for me. I have to carry you and our son when he comes of age” “Of course not” my laughter intensifies, “you have to go and make a lot of money while I take care of ours sons” “But you are clearly richer than me, babe!” A slight pout appears on his lips, “the heiress to Avanti and the sole owner of echo” “That’s why you need to make more money, my dear husband”

I asked, my tone mockingly stern, arching an eyebrow at her as her lips twitched, betraying her attempt not to laugh. “Yes,” she said, crossing her arms defiantly, though her grin gave away her playful mood. “I just ignored you. So what? What are you going to do about it?” A slow smirk spread across my face. “Oh, you’re really going to challenge me, aren’t you?” I stepped closer, lowering my voice just enough to make her blush deeper. “Let me remind you, my dear wife, you’re already limping. If I decide to play with you now, you won’t be able to walk for an entire week. And guess what? That means I’ll have to carry you everywhere again.”

"Define tougher." "Next time you see that scumbag, don't waste time. Just have the bodyguards tase him and drag him away." Laughing, I ran my fingers through his hair. "Alright, got it. Didn't realize you were this jealous." Robert looked up at me, his eyes dark and intense, before crashing his lips onto mine. "I don't care. You're my wife now. No one's taking you from me." … From that day on, Mark clung to me like a leech. No matter where I went, he somehow managed to show up.