Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

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

"Yes you do!!! But in this 21st century, even the impossible becomes possible, and as for your fake wife, Lisa heart, she tends to be a barrier to what I desire, so!! I had to do the necessary" "What do you mean?". Alvin itched to hear his response. "Don't you know, Lisa heart is dead!!! She had an accident and she's no more". Mr Ajay dances around and pulls up a pocket knife on the floor, Alvin turns his head and met mom crying, she moves to the right and saw Tori in the same condition. "No,no,no". He tries to get up from the wheelchair, but haltes when mom stoped him.

Fallon: "I don't want another woman pregnant right now," my alpha husband barked into the phone. "Wait. Who else is pregnant?” I gasped. “And I'm not just another woman. I'm your mate. Your wife," I pressed, my fingers tightening against the edge of the kitchen counter. "Oh, fuck. I didn’t mean it like that. You don’t need a pregnancy test right now. The world is in chaos, and you want to put more on me," he snapped, his voice sharp enough to make me press the phone harder against my ear.

“Everyone is content with staying on the first level and leveling up. While there isn’t much to offer at this level, for new players they are more interested in exploring a new world. You should know better than anyone that when playing a new game to this degree, they are wanting to learn everything they can. Unlike the real world, this world is full of possibilities.” “That makes sense. Well, what do we need to do first?” “Actually, there is something we need to do, but you probably aren’t going to like it.” He muttered softly. “What is it?” “We need to get married.” He spoke so faintly that I barely heard him or thought I hadn’t heard him correctly. “I am sorry, come again?” “I said we nee

I've just booked a restaurant for my seventh wedding anniversary with my wife, Melanie Rowland, when several lines of text suddenly appear across my vision. "Would you like to take part in a loyalty test? "We'll randomly give your wife a system. If she tells you about it, you win, and the two of you will receive one million dollars." After seven years of marriage, I have no doubt Melanie loves me. As far as I'm concerned, that million dollars is already in the bag. Still, I'm curious enough to ask one question. "What if we lose?" "If you lose, it proves your marriage has failed. In return, you'll receive a mystery prize big enough to let you start your life over. "The price of partici

Aldric sighed, pulling me to face him, “You don't need to apologize, love.” “She sure does. She was supposed to make dinner.” Aldric's mother yelled. “And she did. All I did was assist her.” Aldric said clearly annoyed, I placed my hands on his chest. He faced me and I shook my head so he wouldn't argue with his mother. “Elara, I'm very disappointed in you. Why are you doing everything wrong? I've been patient but you're not getting anything right.” “Mother, I will try my best….” She cuts me off, “Try your best? Try your best, are you kidding me? You've been married for three months and you still don't know the little things about marriage. You can't make proper dinner and you won't give me

Vivian kept her pace beside me, her eyes fixed on her phone, and I was secretly relieved she wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Our three years of marriage. Three years of unnecessary arguments and jabs. Three years of building a perfect facade of being a good husband. I had never thought we’d last this long. My initial plan was to destroy the video—the one that got me into this loveless marriage. Robert—Vivian’s father—had a video of the company’s dark past, a video that could bring my entire empire crashing down, and he was using it as leverage against me.

“Do you?” “Y-yes…” I drawled. Sometimes I couldn’t understand him. One moment he was scaring the daylight out of me, and then the other he wanted me to eat. What delusional world did he reside in? Alexei observed me for a second, his eyes lingering on my naked thighs before he lifted them to my face. “You better, 'cause I am your damnation, little wife. You wouldn’t want me to show you what hell really looks like.”

He looked up at us with a warm smile, though his sharp eyes immediately flicked to Ashton. “Ashley,” he said, rising to his feet. There was a brief pause as his eyes narrowed, scanning her face, the tilt of her chin, the way she carried herself. “No…not Ashley. The actual wife.” His tone shifted from certainty to curiosity. “Well. Back from the dead, I see.” Ashton smirked faintly, folding her arms. “I like to keep things interesting.”

I welcomed the arrival of my target, prepared to confront them face-to-face. Reflecting on the situation, Rylie had provoked a confrontation earlier, disrupting the fifth revenge plan on my list and prompting me to execute the sixth. It was a matter of giving them a taste of their own medicine—an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Oh, Exelle, you truly excel at luring them into your trap. "You're home, wife," he greeted, turning around to face me. His smile, genuine and radiant, struck me like a bolt of lightning, automatically raising an eyebrow.