My Darling Husband Novels & Stories

For a moment, no one spoke. The road was bumpy. The car lights cut through the darkness. Trees blurred past the windows. Then Darius spoke. “How is Alaric doing?” he asked calmly. The question hit me like a slap. I sat up straight. “Who is Alaric?” I asked, my voice sharp with confusion. Darius turned around slowly. His eyes met mine. “Your husband,” he said. “Alaric.” My chest tightened painfully. “My… husband?” I whispered.

A sunny morning.. The gentle and refreshing bridge was blowing that could cheer one up. In the church.. "Mr. Daniel Black,do you want to take Ms. Neha Wade, to be your wife. To be true to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. Will you love her and honor her all the days of your life?"

“You are okay. You are more than that, actually. Darling, you are magnificent.” Luther held my hands and kissed them. “Promise me that you won’t leave me as well, that you will stay with me forever.” “I promise.” “You are the only one holding my leash, darling. Without you, I’d run amok. Don’t let me go.” It was the same for me now. We were mates. Without him, I would be lost. I brushed my nose against his and said, “I won’t.” A small smile appeared in his lips at last. My husband was really good-looking. I can’t believe he could make my heart race even in a situation such as this.

"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!"

Darryl laughed; he knew Moriri was in shock. "Should I be suffering miserably by now?" he asked while admiring Moriri's beauty at a close distance. He found Moriri very sexy and attractive, especially since she was in the water. She looked like a lotus rising out of the water. She was so pretty that no man could easily resist her beauty. "You—" Moriri opened her mouth but did not know how to refute him. Darryl giggled and said, "Honey, don't you remember we had our wedding ceremony? I'm your husband. How can you try to burn me alive? Are you really going to kill your husband?"

Maybe it seems manipulative now, but it’s all I’ve got. "Please, Seb," I whimper, my voice trembling with carefully placed need. He sighs, rubbing his temples. I have him, just a little more. "What about Philip?" His voice turns sharp. "I’m sure your heartthrob won’t be too happy to see you in my arms, rubbing your head on my chest, would he?" This is a trap. He wants to see if I’ll falter. I scoff, tilting my chin up. "I no longer have feelings for that man. Don’t mention his name to me," I say, my voice laced with disgust. "All men are scum—except you, my darling husband."

There were condolences from family and friends, a funny meme from Mindy, and a slew of trending news alerts. The photos on the trending feed showed Albert with a face full of despair. There was also a shot of him ruthlessly slapping Summer twice in the party hall. The term “devoted husband” became linked to his name. The messages from Albert kept coming. [I miss you.] [Please, tell me this is all a lie.] [I should have just taken you with me. This is all my fault.] I gave a sarcastic smile and swiped to the chat with Mindy. [Babe, we can move on to step two.]

"What's with the stupid name?!" "Scarlette, stop teasing her," Drix laughed. "She'll blow up if you don't," they laughed at my embarrassment. I folded my arms and shifted away from Scarlette to ignore them. It's not like I didn't want to do anything, he just never gave me the chance to. I never got the chance to get excited on my own because my beautiful husband is just glorious. The moment we are alone, his hands glue themselves to my body and he sets it on fire. Does it matter when at the end of the day he gets what he wants? A dishevelled and weakened wife covered in sweat and semen, and satisfaction?

"Forget it. It's not entirely your fault. Let's try the cake I made first!" White clouds of breath blurred her smiling eyes as she called my name again and again. "Sammy?" I called out unconsciously. A cold voice rang out, asking, "What's your deal?" My mind cleared up briefly. Only then did I realize I had actually called Samantha at my weakest moment of consciousness. Seeing that she had not hung up yet, I parted my lips and added, "Darling." For a moment, I was stunned. After all, Samantha didn't allow me to call her "darling." When I was in a burst of excitement and called her that impulsively right after our wedding ceremony, she was so angry that she tore up our marriage certificate an

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”