Loving Wives Novels & Stories

The words were coming out slowly from Marias fingers on the keyboard. I think what people really mean by this question is why do people need a wife. Getting married has to do with having someone you can talk to in good and bad situation in life. A wife can be a friend and companion. People need a wife because they want someone to care for them and be there, for them when they need it. A wife can make a person feel happy and loved. The person sent a response away. The response came quickly. Business. The woman was so unhappy with the response she got. She was not satisfied, with what she had written so she typed again. The woman was trying to get her words right and typed again.

That was not this. This was something else. This was the fear that came from the specific arithmetic of loving something this completely before it had arrived. She had loved people before, people she was afraid of losing. She had been afraid of losing this marriage before she admitted she wanted it. But those fears had been about things that already existed, things you could point to and say: that is what I am afraid of losing.

“I’m sorry. Carlson’s been a little paranoid these past few years. He’s afraid that I’ll leave him. “What happened to us in the past traumatized him. Please don’t blame him.” Her first instinct was to apologize, and her second was to justify his behavior. I felt an indescribable sense of sorrow. He was the cause of all my sufferings. However, my wife, whom I had once loved deeply, chose the culprit who had hurt me.

Again. This woman I love, the woman I cherish the most, the woman beside me, Maxine Wertheimer, is now officially my wife. We’re now officially husband and wife. And we will… going to build a strong family together that is full of love. I know we will still go through many trials and problems but I can only promise one thing, no matter how hard the trials and problems we go through, I will never leave the only woman who taught me how to love and the family we built.

But that couldn’t be further from the truth. “Honestly I hate the term. I have read some of the books from before the illness and there was one genre that was about werewolves. Do you know what that is?” I nodded and she took that as her cue to continue. ” In these types of stories, the wives had a soulmate or mate who was the other half of their soul. In these stories, the mates were completely in love and they would do anything for each other. Nothing and no one would take the place of a mate.” She sighs and I see the pain in her eyes.

Struggling to get herself out of my hold. “You are my wife and Mrs Hatt outside, i can’t let you act otherwise.” I muttered for just her hearing, and whoever the person was he wasn’t damn giving up. I could feel his eyes, watching and waiting to confirm. She folds her arms together. “Use your words, don’t jump all over my face and act so extra outside. Couples fight and don’t agree too!” She added a bit of volume to her last sentence. Slipping out of my hands as she ducked to look for the voice.

Back then, he was strategic in every move, but now that she was his wife, he saw no reason to hold back his longing for her. "Noelle, you're irresistible."

August who reassured her that she wasn’t alone, that he would take care of everything. And he did. Days turned into weeks of recovery, and every time she opened her eyes, it seemed he was there. Tobi too, with his easy jokes and gentle warmth, like the brother she never had. But it was August’s presence that lingered in her chest—the man who had nearly taken her life, now saving it. What began with an accident slowly grew into something else. Gratefulness became dependence, dependence softened into affection, and affection deepened into love. By the time August asked her to be his wife, she no longer saw the accident as tragedy. She saw it as fate.

Someone to look out for, boys. I want to evaporate. Aiden shifts me to sit sideways across his lap, shielding me from some of the stares. Ms. Lovelace winks. ”But of course, your body is only reserved for your husband.” ”Of course,” I reply like the good girl I’m expected to be. Never mind the fact we were just dry humping our dominants into a frenzy. Never mind the fire burning between my thighs. But sure, let us wait for our husbands. Husband. The man who will buy me. A privilege, they say. Sacred. Only for the elite. We are the elite. With our education, we are the perfect wives for the most powerful.

I discovered something very strange about my marriage that morning. Apparently, husbands and wives in this house didn't behave like a married couple. They behaved like polite, distant roommates who occasionally shared a hallway. I stood in the corridor, staring at two separate heavy mahogany doors. My bedroom. Liam’s bedroom. Right next to each other. Completely separate. I frowned, taking a step forward and knocking on his door. No answer. I knocked again, louder this time. "Lee?"