Mi Esposa Novels & Stories

I am not so good with words and I get speechless when she is around. “Care for breakfast?” She questioned but her focus was elsewhere, seeing as she asked me for breakfast, it was clear that she was no longer upset with me and this was good. “Yes.” “It will be ready in a few minutes.” I let out a smile and I can’t wait for her to serve breakfast. Breakfast got ready and she served me beef sausage and egg muffin she made and I thanked her for it. “Thank you.” She didn’t say anything to me and focused on her meal, Layla, what is going on in your mind right now? We have been married for something now and yet we are still like strangers to each other.

I take a step close to her,she takes one back and I more towards her and she steps back until her back hits the wall…trapping her with my hands above her head,I bend my lower body to her eye level So I can stare into her fucking beautiful eyes,subtly breathing in her sweet smell I whisper roughly. "My wife" "What?"she squakes like a scared little mouse….i grin as her breathing turns shallow. "It means wife..Mia moglie..my wife"....I practically purr,liking the feel of it on my tongue. Her eyes stray down to my lips,I lick them slowly and she mirrors my movement..I press my forehead on hers,crowding her space. Surprised when she doesn't push me off and flee. She closes her eyes, clenching her

he says sternly I roll my eyes placing my hands on the table, my eyes on him as I lean over the table, “I might carry your name, Dominic, I might be Mrs Deluca and I have to become this woman I’m not, but I'll always be a Mariaon, I will always love my papa and be there for him anytime he needs me, dont forget, that's why I married you” I say my voice low and harsh His hand grips mine on the table before I can raise myself up

"Okay I know that place–" "Clera!" a baritone voice spoke from behind. "Uncle!" she happily said and run to the person behind me. I stood up, hinarap ko ito and to my shock ay napaatras ako. He slowly lowered his sunglasses and gave me a smirk. "We've seen again, mi esposa" (mi esposa is a Spanish word for 'my wife')

“Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?” I shake my head, “To her, I’m Daddy, and she’s my little kitten.” Ellie smiles. With a sigh, I add, “I plan to take good care of my wife tonight. She will fall asleep with a satisfied smile on her face.” I pause for a moment, “The left side of her mouth twitches when we finish. That’s how I know she enjoyed it.”

The chatty Inessa Simmons is afraid today, nope, not today, she is a McCoy, Inessa Brian McCoy, my wife. A breeze of satisfaction blows me inside. I stand in front of the window, sigh, and wait for my wife to come out from her hiding cave so we can carry our marital work tonight. I am looking forward to the night, after all.

“And for who? The woman who…” “Okay, the two of us are going to get one thing straight, mama, and I don’t want to keep repeating myself again.” I said, stopping her before she insulted her again. She looked at me for a moment, glaring at me before looking down at her feet, avoiding my eyes. “She is MY wife, MY woman, and the woman that I love. I fell in love with her as time went on, but not once did she turn me against this family. Despite all the hate that Maria showed her, despite the fact that she was called a traitor, that she was called the daughter of her enemy, she kept a smile on her face and took everything with patience. If she stopped her, if she put a limit, it is because she wa

she replied with a curt smile. “Oh, that's why she's not here, what's her name?” I asked. “Lisa, I named her after my mother,” “Seems your mom is really special to you?” I asked, cocking my eyebrow, I wanted to know her a bit. “Yes,” “What about your husband? Is he around too?” “No, he's Dead,” Mrs. Maria's tone was almost inaudible when she said ‘he’s Dead’. “What?! Your mom and your husband are dead? You must be really lonely,” my tone conveyed sympathy for her.

I ask. She nods. " Can you handle Maria while I'm running errands?" I laugh. "I can handle my wife, Madre...She just needs to sleep." "Mmm hum....I'm not a child....I can handle myself.". Maria said as she came in behind Madre, drying her hair with a towel. She sat down on the couch and grabbed her laptop. "I can entertain myself with fucking school work." Madre laughs. "Not a child." I give her a look, and she shakes her head. "I'll be back in an hour." She blows her kisses and leaves.

Mia flashed her a smile. "I had no idea you know my husband." Mia's gaze darted to Martinez, observing him with a smirk, "Yes ma'am, we were just discussing business, right sir?" "Uh yeah," Martinez gruffly replied, shifting uncomfortably. "By the way, you have a pretty wife, Mr Martinez," Martinez could sense the sarcasm laced in her voice and his jaw clenched. "Oh, thank you dear," a blush formed on Mrs Martinez cheeks, and Mia almost cackled.