My Gorgeous Wife Novels & Stories

A deal he’d sign to get more money. “Ms Morris. All those words of your beauty don’t do you any justice. You are exquisitely gorgeous.” Stefan cheekily pecked my hand. My skin tingled with uneasiness. “My pleasure,” I mumbled low enough for him to hear me. Gently, he lowered his gaze upon me, his eyes traversing my form. I could sense a glimmer of admiration as they beheld the dazzling, resplendent dress that gracefully adorned my silhouette. It fed the essence of his masculinity, affirming his conquest of my hand in marriage. Yet, within me, an ember of disdain flickered, for I resented the notion of becoming nothing more than a mere trophy wife in his eyes. The opulent gems weighing upon m

She pulled herself back and wiped her tears before saying her makeup is waterproof and won't come out even if she gets into the swimming pool now and they both laughed together. Her eyes darted to the decorations she made again prepared for them the same he did last night and slightly hit her forehead. He looked at her with amusement for a sec and then darted his eyes to the direction she was looking at. "Ah... I just forgot to see the beautiful arrangement which is for sure nothing near my dear wifey. As you may not know, my wife is the prettiest and most beautiful lady in this world. And guess what I got lucky to have her all myself", he said pulling her to himself in one jerk and she gasp

Then, he leaned in planted a soft kiss on her cheek, and said, “I have missed you today, my dear wife. I swung here to pick you up, and one of your colleagues told me that you left a long time ago with a woman who referred to as her granddaughter-in-law.” Then he looked at Grandma and greeted her, “Hi, Grandma.” “Would you keep your voice down?” Areiza snapped at him in a low voice. When she heard the words “wife” and “granddaughter-in-law” she felt her cheeks and ears burn. She did not doubt that she had just turned as red as a tomato. “What? Why should picking my wife from work be a secret? Anyway, let’s give Grandma a ride home first.” Darren replied as he held Jennifer’s arm.

"You should say, dear beautiful wife, you look so sexy, elegant, and gorgeous today. Your smile brightened my mood and you have a pretty good shape" "Alright," I said

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It's a silent rule cause I don't want them to feel awkward having fans. 'What are you saying? I would love to help, especially if it's a fan of mine. It's like giving back to you for all the support and inspiration you gave me.' what's with this heartfelt statement? I keep my heart beating faster and make myself comfortable at his back. He smelled so good. He opened the door to his apartment. "I'm back." All the conversation started in Hangul but I understand it anyway. "Oh honey, welcome back. Who's that?" I finally see his mystery wife. He never discloses her to the public. She was so pretty in her straight black hair. She probably also just came back from the kitchen with the apron she wa

Despite the pride that I was feeling, I sighed in defeat as I composed myself and let her mind do the thinking since I could not keep up with it just yet. Leaving how busy her mind works, I head back to the bedroom where I saw her preoccupied. Roxanne Morison-Salazar, my wonderful wife, and my unusual vaewolf Luna, never failed to steal my heart. Despite how serious she looked whenever she was in her deep thought, I found her breathtaking. She was simple but so charming to my eyes. “Seriously, how hot could my wife be?” With an amused smirk playing at the corner of my lips, I shook my head and went closer.

"Happy now?" Belle giggled as she walked off to wash her hands while chewing. "Delicious!" Grayson looked at her and couldn't help but mutter, "What a little glutton." Then, he said out loud, "My wife is truly the cutest."

It was fucking unbelievable how gorgeous she was. Her skin just looked magical, especially right now under the rays of light that casted over her face. I couldn’t help but inch a little closer, wanting to take in every little detail about her— from the way her hair tumbled over the pillow to the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed— captivated me in a way that left me in awe. I could sit there forever, simply admiring the woman I loved, grateful that she was lying right next to me in that moment. It was moments like these that made me marvel at my luck—how did I get so fortunate to call this incredible woman my wife?

Rashid It was nice to see my wife finally waking up with a smile on her face. I'd been so worried over the past few weeks that she'd never get back to her old happy self, and yet here I was, rolling over to see her staring at me with the only expression that I ever wanted to see grace her features. She was so beautiful that I still couldn't believe how lucky I was to have her. To finally call her mine. It had been the worst kind of agony being separated from her and once I had her, all hell broke loose.