Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Max motions in front of us. I turn my head and gasp. The house is stone and brick. “That’s our home?” I questioned. “I thought you said the outside needed updating? It looks fine to me.” Max squeezes my hand, “I’m trying to impress you. Do you think I was going to let you see our new home while it was crumbling?” “I’m already your wife. Why do you want to impress me?” Max blushes, “Grampa once told me that if a day comes when he stops trying to impress Gramma, he deserves to lose her. When you love someone, it is important that you show it or you can take it for granted.”

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

Marisol didn't answer. The woman did. “I've been watching her for six days.” My stomach dropped. Six days. Since I woke up. “She's not behaving the way you expected,” the woman said. “She's asking different questions. Going different places. Making decisions she didn't make before.” I pressed my shoulder harder against the wall. They knew. Maybe not about the reset. Maybe not about the System. But they knew something had changed. “You said you'd handle her,” Emeric said. “I said I'd watch her.”

Adrian asked me while still focusing on the car's steering wheel. "Well, you shouldn't be, Adrian," I said to him, and with that, he turned and swiftly looked at me before returning his gaze to the car's steering wheel. "It's not as if I'm your wife, girlfriend or sister that you should be getting jealous about other men chatting me up or asking me out. In the same way, I can't also be jealous to learn that other women are chatting you up and asking you out in addition to Melissa," I said to him.

Those two did not waste any time once the apocalypse hit. Chloe turned up her nose and muttered, "Eating this old bird is like chewing on leather!" With a swift kick, she struck Sally's legs, which had been reduced to mere bones. With her cheeks stripped of flesh, Sally tried to scream. However, her son, Christopher, had gagged her with a foul sock. The trio then began to roast and feast on Sally's flesh before her very eyes. Christopher swore with every bite. "Curse that Jessica! Wherever the hell she's hiding, I hope the haunts rip her guts out and tear her to shreds…"

She used her familys paper to ruin my marriage. I knew that Apex Laboratories was a part of this. Apex Laboratories was the key, to understanding what Kate did. Apex Laboratories was the reason my life was falling apart.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Everyone's faces changed when they thought of it. Merry looked at her eldest brother in surprise. However, the shock on her face quickly disappeared. She was soon gloating. 'Without the help of a powerful wife, Carlisle would not be able to hold his position even if he became the head of the family.' There was a glimmer of light in her eyes as she and Simon looked at each other. Eber frowned and looked at his eldest brother in disapproval. He had a lot of respect for Nicole after she displayed her abilities yesterday, but she was still not qualified to be a wife in the Turmann family.

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I receive a strange photo from a friend back home. "Why is your wife working at a nightclub?" his message reads. In the photo he sent, my wife, Gwendolyn Shaw, is wearing a tight-fitting skirt. She looks utterly miserable as a group of men forces alcohol down her throat. I am the richest man in Shenton City. So why on earth is my wife entertaining men for money at a nightclub? Before I can question her about it, she sends me a selfie from a hospital checkup. "It's been three whole years since you left the country, honey. I miss you so much…" I stare at the photo in disbelief. My beautiful wife has shaved her head. Her skin is dry and sallow, and

I step back against a nearby couch to steady myself, legs turning to jelly with this turn for the worst and I try to inhale slowly to keep my cool. ‘My wife! Yes, Mama, I married her … in Vegas. It’s a done deal, so say hi to your new daughter-in-law.’ Alexi has given up trying to keep his shit together, and the appearance of that cold and terrifying persona that sends shivers through me snarls the words her way. She doesn’t even blink an eye, instead, she also takes on that weird evil glare, the insanely intimidating stance of someone rallying themselves for a fight. “I’m disgusted that you would cheapen our family name by marrying a common slut on a whim, most likely high on drugs and booz