Misha Collins Wife Novels & Stories

But knowing myself I'm not contented with a simple kiss that's why I deepen our kiss and we ended up in love making. Everything went smooth in the past weeks. I learn to respect Alex. And it feels light. I must thank my wife for this. Jana seems happy with her relationship with Alex because she rarely went to me. At least everything is falling into place. Mara is in America . She will stay there for a week because of the HID event. I knew she will get the deal. Mara is known now in the business industry. I just smile when I remember what my business partners were telling me about her.

Just as I was about to twist the door knob, I heard her voice. “Wait," she whispered calmly. I turned around and looked at her. "...you're Killian’s wife... aren't you?" she asked raising her head to meet my gaze. I clenched my jaw as burning in my throat returned. My chest tightened with awful reality as I nodded. “…I am…." She smiled deliberately. "And you are?" I asked curiously. She opened her mouth and then closed it. She seemed hesitant for a second before she answered. “I... a….” she whispered as age stared at the window. “I knew his mother..." she looked at me. "My name is Rachel.”

He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening. "Who's this?" She asked. "It's me, honey. I have to tell you something." "What?" Her voice sounded dire. Can I go on? "It's about Ema, She fell unconscious..." "What!" His wife's voice rang repeatedly in his ear, "What happened to her?" "The doctor said she has a brain lesion apparently from her accident and it might be healing so—" "So what?" "Her memories are coming back." "What? No! We'll lose her." She was hysterical.

"God, you scared me. I thought... I thought I was alone. But despite it all, I think we were being paranoid. It is actually Misha Kingston. I saw her today. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps dead people’s hair can change color. Perhaps she just looks like her. I'm sure there's something to explain what we dug up. At least, Valentina is safe in the ground." Lilith stepped into the light, and Kennedy flinched at the coldness in her gaze. "No, Kennedy. That is Valentina. I saw her today. Misha Kingston, or whatever she calls herself now, is our dead wife." Kennedy groaned, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Lilith, please. Rather than worrying about Misha Kingston, I’d rather worry about the fact t

There was bitterness in Collins’s tone as he said that. He had his life planned out - for him, Wyoming, and Connor - envisioning a future with them - as a family. Now, his dreams came crashing back to him. Wyoming has a husband. It only meant one thing, Wyoming was married. He belongs to another man. A shadow cast over his features, unable to believe what he learned over the phone. “I..” Wyoming was left speechless. She did not know what to say. “Yes, she’s married to me. Her real name is Wyoming Wilson Ellish.” The man on the side finally spoke up.

he let out a small laugh and stopped when he noticed the disappointment on her face. “I don’t understand,” She whimpered. “Go inside, freshen up and rest a bit. When it’s dinner time I’ll explain everything to you” he rubbed her arm and left. “Ma’am” a lady dressed in black came. “I’ll help you with that” “Who’re you?” “I’m Anita, your personal attendant, ma’am” She replied. * * * Apparently, the only reason she was married to this gorgeous man was for the growth and stability of his and her father’s company. Her attendant had told her everything while she helped her sort herself out.

As if I hadn't watched her more than once in Savannah or seen her and her little girl. That night, years ago, at the bar, Collins had described his marriage as one from hell with a wife as cold and frigid as a witch's tit. But that wasn't what I'd seen. If I'd allow myself to have any feelings, one way or another, regarding Collins or his widow, I'd admit that I was glad she'd found someone after the death of her husband. She was too young and beautiful to spend the rest of her life alone. "Yes, I'd heard she had," I replied casually.

"Hey, Claire, why have you been off work for so long? Are you okay?" "Oh yeah, I got into a little accident, but I’m doing better now." "That’s good to hear. Did you hear? The CEO is actually married, and no one knew about it." "The CEO is married?!" Her heart almost jumped out of her chest at the thought that she had been discovered. "Yes. I told you he’d never look at women like us. Turns out he’s married to Charlotte Briggs. Not like anyone didn’t know those two would end up together anyway."

-I'll be right back. The maid left, leaving me all alone in that office. I walked around the extensive room, having my attention drawn by some pictures that were on top of the fireplace that was there. In most photos Camila was standing next to Collins with a challenging smile, typical of the Latina. The two seemed to have been made for each other, or not. I confess that since I laid eyes on the Latina, and found out that she was Christopher's wife, the curiosity to know why she fooled around tormented me. Was Collins not that good? Or Karla had a certain major desire for women?

"We've missed you, Ms. Alyssa!" Alyssa put her hand on her forehead, slightly overwhelmed by the sonorous welcome. "Alyssa, you're finally home!" someone exclaimed. Alyssa turned to see who it was and spotted Mandy in the doorway. Beside her was a short-haired woman with a kerchief tied around her neck. Alyssa recognized her as Winston's newest and youngest wife, Colene Waters. She smiled and went up to the two women, hugging them both. "Mandy, Colene," she greeted kindly.