My Husband Has No Hands Novels & Stories

The stark contrast between her dreams and her present circumstances weighed heavily on her heart, stirring a mixture of longing and sadness within her. In Emily's marriage, she found herself utterly alone. Her only family member, her mother, was fighting for her life at that moment, leaving Emily feeling isolated and vulnerable. As for her father, the thought of him only brought pain, as he had never truly considered her his daughter. And then there was her husband, Steve. Jackson and Lisa exchanged rings and sealed their vows with a kiss, the entire hall erupted in applause and cheers, momentarily breaking my train of thought. I smiled as I watched them, feeling a sense of warmth and happin

The old man lay awake in bed, eyes open, watching silently as his wife kissed another man in front of him—like he wasn’t even there. Andy froze, his breath ragged. “Your husband is watching,” he said, voice strained. Penelope didn’t blink. “Ignore him, darling. He can’t do anything.” She laughed. “He’s a vegetable.” With a shrug, she grabbed Andy by the collar, yanked him close, and let her robe fall to the ground in one fluid motion. She stood before him in nothing but lingerie, then unhooked her bra, revealing her soft, petite breasts.

Unused. It honestly felt like only a handful of people actually lived inside this giant house. When I finally made my way downstairs, I was greeted by the loud hum of a vacuum cleaner. Justin was busy cleaning the living room. “Good morning, Ma’am,” he greeted the moment he noticed me. I nodded. “Good morning too, Justin.” After that, I headed straight to the kitchen and prepared myself a glass of milk. Unfortunately, peace lasted less than thirty seconds. “Gising na iyan siya. Attitude.”

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.

SOLANA Curling my hands into fists, I took a steadying breath. My husband was a wreck. Somehow, I could tell that this was just his grief talking. He was hurting just as much as I was. I didn't give him a response, I moved towards him. My heart pounded faster with every step I took because he looked terrifying. But I'd already lost too much to let fear take him from me too. When I finally halted in front of him, I slowly wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his chest. His heartbeat was erratic and wild.

His voice dripped with accusation, almost mocking. My eyes went wide, and I shook my head frantically. “No! I don’t—never have!” Before I could say more, he seized my hand and pressed it against his bare abdomen. My breath caught at the hard ridges beneath my palm. “If you want to touch abs,” he said, his voice a dark whisper, “then touch mine. I’m your husband. Do whatever you want with me—but don’t lay your hands on other men.” My eyes widened in shock. My hand trembled against him, but he didn’t let go.

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

I looked down at my own hands, and a sudden memory flashed of the raw streak of red on the impostor's arm. Where did that scratch come from? My stomach churned violently. I covered my mouth, bent over, and began to dry-heave. Tears and sweat slicked my face as I sat there curled up, shivering uncontrollably. Ethan handed me a cup of warm water with a look of genuine pity in his eyes. I forced my head up, knowing I must look completely pathetic. "Then… what about my wife? Has she been… murdered? And who… who was the person on the phone just now?"

"By the way, I've told my husband to help you look out for anyone who can treat your hands." Her husband was a doctor at a hospital. Even though their love story was not as dramatic as Ian's and mine, they had a stable yet happy family. After finding out about my injury, they showed great concern and started helping me look around for a good doctor to treat my hands. However, there was nothing I could do to repay them. "An orthopaedic specialist from my husband's hospital is returning from overseas soon. He’s helped you make an appointment on Saturday for a consultation."

she speaks low and her body shivers all over while her hands covers her head for the protection. "Fuck! I don't need your help. Just get the fuck out of my room," he shouts at her and she runs quickly away from there with her hands still shaking with his behaviour. "I know... This is going to be hard. This is going to be really hard but he is my husband. I am his wife and I should do anything that is going to turn him into human," she clutches her palms into tight fist and returns back to his room. He is taking off his black leather jacket and trying to take off his shirt but he isn't able to. The blood is gushing out of his hands as the smoky air of cigar fills the whole room.