My Cold Husband Novels & Stories

my husband paraded the hideous dress "It will surely protect you from the cold evening of Spain." Oh good heavens, I pray for strength and patience not to rip the dress in his hand. I badly wanted to cut it into pieces and wring my dear husband's neck! Sighing and exhaling deeply, I pointedly glared at my husband who was hiding the amusement in his eyes. Oh this was amusing for him, huh? I will surely show him amusement! "You should not worry about the cold, Iñigo. You should know by now that I can withstand any frosty encounter, " His eyes narrowed at my insinuation "Me being your wife is a testament to my thick skin that can withstand the coldness."

"Sorry sir, I don't want anyone to misunderstand," "Misunderstand? I'm single, just calm down. " "Yes, you are single, but I already have a husband!"

“You’re such a fool babe. I can’t believe you still want to make an attempt to create a bond with your cold stone husband who doesn’t know the value of what he has until he loses it.” “I know he’s really a good man with a pure heart. He's just that way due to some mix up." “You have got to be kidding, right? He can’t be any less what he is. Does he know how hurt and pained you feel whenever he lashes out hurtful words to you? So, you see, I don’t think he can ever change. Just take Mike for an example. He’s the real definition of a husband material, who always make you happy and ask after you not your cold stone husband.”

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

She didn’t like the way her husband was admiring her but didn’t have the nerve to say it and kept tugging on his sleeves. “Trust me, she can’t afford it. She’s just some nerd from school.” Avery realized that Riley wasn’t proud of her husband but even Avery was speechless to see her with such a man. The guys Riley dated were usually hot and rich. This man seemed like he was rich but wasn’t attractive to the eyes. Had she been married all along? Avery was speechless but it was good to not be the only young one married, though Riley was at least two years older than her.

I smiled faintly remembering my memories with him at the park. Watching the sunset with him was great. He always rains compliments on me with every chance he gets. But I couldn't remember a sweet moment with my husband. He only had time for sex, a few times. He was never stable at home. After some time, I got out of the shower, and changed my clothes. It was already late and it was cold. I didn't control the temperature of the shower so I was affected by the cold. I felt it immediately, but I ignored my health.

I do not belong here, I do not even know what the hell I'm doing here and what the fuck I'm supposed to do since God knows what has brought me into this place. My life with my husband as Daisy may not have been a bed of roses, but I have never seen a husband look at his wife with such coldness in his eyes, shrugging my shoulders since I have no idea of what transpired between them, I close my eyes willing the darkness to go away and the sleep to come in. But as I lay there, the only pitch I could see, the only thing clouding my eyes was the look he gave me when he asked me to get out of the room, so cold and live less.

The man who's now still dozing with a gentle snore, he’s my husband. My heart and feelings, which were once cold and unwilling to be touched, I don't know when he mastered them. Maybe it's his cheesy remarks. Maybe it's his silly behavior. Or perhaps it's even his grievances when he talks about what he's been facing. Rearranging the contents of my mind to accept that it all leans on me. Because I'm sure he'll do the same for me.

Jimena retorted, looking at him with distaste. “Well, for some reason, three of you are married to us. We must have that je ne sais quoi that drives the Gutiérrez women crazy,” he said with a proud grin. “Conceited idiot.” She grumbled, eliciting laughter from her husband, who got out of bed and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Let go of me, you moron!” She squirmed in his embrace, which only made him hold her tighter. Pablo placed a loud kiss on her neck, which only made her angrier. “Let go, Pablo!” she growled. He slowly released her and turned her to face him.

After wrapping up my tasks at work, I called my husband, Christian Clark. "Honey, don't forget to come home for Christmas today! I have some good news to share with you!" On the other end of the line, Christian's voice sounded rushed and tense. "Shiloh, there's an urgent issue with the company project. I need to check on it right away! Juni already finished her bottle and is asleep, so don't worry!" Those two sentences filled me with unease. Our daughter, Juniper Clark, was just over a year old. How could I possibly not worry about her being left alone at home?