Loving Wife Story Novels & Stories

His wife replied smiling, “Hubby, I’m so happy, it is beautiful. Thank you for everything you have contributed to my life. Your love, always makes me feel like I am the most beautiful woman in the world. You are my knight in shining armor. I appreciate you, my dearest husband; I fell in love with you all over again.” Deon held his wife in his arms, he loved her deeply, “My dearest wife, you are my strength without you I’m weak and I’m so glad that you are my wife. You make me so happy, my love.” He kissed her gentle, and then he placed her on the bed. They did the exercise for a long time. Later they had a cozy dinner.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

Noah said with a faraway look in his eyes. “I love you, Noah Shaw.” Natalia said. “Same here, Natalia Shaw.” Noah said with a tight lipped smile before running up the stairs. Natalia turned back to put Wendy’s arm back in a proper position should in case she fell or something. “I asked for a bit of spice. Definitely not crazy celebrity drama. A job, family, loving husband. For my best friend to get all those things too. I am tired of everything that is taking place now.” Natalia muttered and went up the stairs after her husband too.

He kissed her then, so tenderly and lovingly that the act almost brought tears to her eyes. "See, this is why I don’t understand. How can I forget a man like you? All the love and attention you shower me with, has to be the reason I married you. You are the only man that shows me what it means to be loved. You melt my heart, soul, and body. I'm sure most people in life don’t ever experience it. If they had, they would understand without question why I’m happy to be your loving wife"

Her hand was on his arm, her face tilted up toward his. They weren't touching inappropriately, but the intimacy in their posture made my chest tight. I turned away before they could see me and walked back inside on with my legs shaking. "Isn't that Jason Hartley's wife?" someone whispered behind me. "Poor thing. Everyone knows he never got over Isabelle Brown." "I heard he only married her because his family pressured him to move on." "She must know she's just a replacement." I kept walking, head high, dying inside.

The juice was sour and ice cold, hurting his teeth, but he gulped it down anyway, because he didn't know when he would ever have anymore ever again. She told him a story of a man who loved his wife very, very much. The man was funny, charming and sweet, but the woman only saw what he could do for her. She would finally get some love from somebody, because she hadn't been loved before by her parents or by her friends. The two got married and soon, the couple had children, a set of twin girls.

"Mom, this is Tania, my wife." "I'm not your wife," Tania retorted. "Jack, do you think after everything you've done, we can go back to the way things were?" Hearing this, Jack looked at Tania with a dark expression. "My mother had hoped I would find a gentle and kind woman, Tania." "Then go find one!" Tania said impatiently. "I have nothing to do with you!" "How can you say that? We got married in Carvonia. Have you forgotten?"

Without another word, he walked past me and out into the corridor, leaving me entirely alone. I stood frozen in the quiet room, holding the wedding photograph in one hand and staring at Edward’s message on the screen. The woman in the picture had once looked at Liam as if he were her entire world. But somewhere along the line, she had made a deal with another man—a promise so terrible it terrified the man who loved her. And I had no idea what I had done.

At the wedding, with a hall full of guests, elders from every branch of the family, and even local media covering the event, under the blazing spotlight he held his wife close, kissing her tenderly yet fiercely, unashamed and unrestrained, the center of every gaze. Many who had only ever known Louis as cold, aloof, and unapproachable were stunned beyond words. His colleagues from the hospital couldn’t help whispering in awe. “Is that really Dr. Walker? He’s nothing like the man I know!” “That’s him all right—hopelessly devoted. You’re only realizing that today?” “And his wife! She was willing to give up half her liver to save him!” “Ah! I believe in love again!” Not a few of the women presen

James encourges his wife to take lovers. This is a true story as related to me by one of my readers. He commissioned me to do the story and agreed that I could post it (with his wife's permission). It is the story of how he encouraged his wife of ten years to take lovers. He felt that he was incapable of satisfying her completely and worried that she would find other lovers. I have changed the names and situation to protect their identities, but much of it is true, according to him, and I have no reason to doubt his story. He wanted me to do the story in first person as if he were telling it.