Mi Esposa Novels & Stories

Except for Chrіѕtmаѕ Evе, Maria аnd I have ѕреnt every night together ѕіnсе thаt day. Seven mоnthѕ аftеr that momentous dау, we wеrе mаrrіеd. Maria mоvеd into mу house, аnd hеr dаughtеr is staying in hеrѕ fоr nоw. Wе'vе hаd оur dіѕаgrееmеntѕ like any married couple, but I'm thаnkful fоr Mаrіа'ѕ рrеѕеnсе іn mу lіfе every nіght, аnd I wаkе nеxt tо hеr every morn wіth a ѕmіlе.

She can still live in one city with her husband's enemy," I said. "Hahaha, it's already a risk for her. It should be normal for a wife to become a mate." Maria smiled. I wrinkled my forehead. I also don't understand the term 'mate', but when I asked Maria for an explanation about this mate, our chat stopped because a man arrived in my shirt and Maria.

Others didn't care. He leaned closer and closer, bit by bit. Then their lips connected. Their souls connected. There on the altar, their souls were sacrificed to the goddess of love. They kept kissing and kissing, until the loud applause from everyone brought them back to consciousness. Savannah's stomach tightened in nervousness as she turned to the standing guests still clapping. It still felt like a dream. She couldn't believe it. Her mind couldn't fully comprehend the fact that, she was married. Not just to anyone. But to her lifelong crush. Someone she had always believed was far fetched. Someone that she never believed would even spare her a glance. Someone she was planning his wedding

“You know where that will get you, right?” “You and your psychotic cousins are going to keep me here forever? Marry me and then fuck me until I can’t walk?” I spit out venomously. Only if I hadn’t let him manipulate me into believing he was my…my what? A strange pain rippled through me as my subconscious scoffed at me. Right. He was never my anything. Nothing. His smile was the darkest. “No, topolìno. Well, yes to the last one. As tempting the thought is–we’ll need to return to Catalonia–and you will join us when we do, as our wife.”

He asked Diablo. " Mia moglie ( My wife)", Diablo answered without a moments hesitation and I wish he did hesitate. His words made me feel fuzzy inside and I didn't like it at all. I clenched my jaw and balled up my fists as I tried to tame all the butterflies in my belly. My wife, I mocked him in my mind as my mouth twisted into a frown. I don't like the fact that my body is reacting to his stupid words when I've only known him for a day. "Lei è bellissima ( she's beautiful)", Angel said, his words making me blush. And just like that my plan failed. So much for wanting to listen in.

Jonathan could not believe her audacity. She was in his room and was accusing him of disturbing her when it was she who had been keeping his wife busy throughout the day. ‘How could they talk so much?’ “No thanks! My father has his wife by his side. He does not need me.” Mariana shrugged. “But I need my wife, so please make yourself scarce,” Jonathan grumbled. The kids burst out laughing, and Mariana choked. “Jonathan Smith, she is my best friend first and your wife later. Don’t be presumptuous just because she loves you.”

“Really? Can’t my best friend call me if she misses me?” Nyra squinted at me. “Miss you? You’re married now. I don’t miss you anymore. Just cook and smile.” I gasped dramatically, knowing she was lying, “You should be thanking the goddess that I wasn’t beside my husband right now! Imagine if he’d picked up instead of me, you’d be dead! But here I'm cooking for his sister.” “You’re insane,” she said, laughing. Then her tone changed. “Wait… his sister? You mean Marie?”

She is not like Kier or any other woman, in fact she is not like anyone else I have ever known. She is Celestine. My wife. The mother of my unborn children. And believe me world, I am never letting her go. Never.

"You don't get to do this. You don't get to walk in here like you have any right to be here." Her smile didn't waver. "I have every right to be here. I'm your wife." "No." He shook his head, his jaw tight. "You were my wife. Before you destroyed everything." She laughed—a soft, musical sound that made my skin crawl. "I didn't destroy anything, darling. I created something. Something beautiful. Something powerful. Something you were too weak to see." I felt the rage surging inside me, hot and consuming. "You destroyed our family. You destroyed Dad. You destroyed everything."

asked mr Maurizio with a cold tone but still a bit of a sad feeling hiden between his words . “ Not some girl . She is my wife . The only woman I love more than anything in the world , the one who gave me the happiness and peace my dark life desperately needed . “ said Massimo with a sad expression as a tear fell down his eyes , shocking his parents . “ What ?!!!……..How dare you talk to me like that Massimo ?! “ said mr Maurizio angry . Mr Maurizio who was a cold and strong person , showed his shock in his face .