My Husband Has No Hands Novels & Stories

she said before reaching for the spoon. Silently, the corners of Max's lips lifted up. However, as soon as he saw his wife's hands shaking violently, the relief faded. "What's wrong with your hand?" The woman who had just caught a bite with her mouth suddenly turned stiff. After putting down the spoon, she hid her hands under the table. "I can handle it myself," she answered without looking back. After a glance, the man's fingers clenched tightly. He really wanted to take his wife's hand, hold it warm until it no longer trembled. However, the treaty had set a distance between them.

Very delicious. Hearing a roar of a voice stopped me in my tracks. I looked at my husband who was now holding back his laughter. He shook his head and slowly approached me. "Why are you staring when you can touch it." He took my hand and brought it to his abdominal part. It's hard! He do too much work out and almost live in the gym station here in house to get this toned muscles and a very yummy abs. He let my hand travel to his stomach. His hands are hugging me. I can already hear his moan. I insisted on stroking his abs even more. There were times when I teased him. Just like pretending my hand will fall and accidentally touch his pet.

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

Get down on your knees and apologize to Audie and the baby this instant! I laughed coldly. "You're ordering me around now? What gives you the right?" Levi slapped me hard. "Because I am your husband! Country bumpkins like you should know better than to go against your husbands. You have to obey my every word! "I've been too lenient on you for far too long. You don't even know your place anymore. How dare you talk so haughtily to me?" He slapped me with so much force that I crashed into the wall behind me before falling to the ground. I could taste blood, and half my face went swollen from the slap.

She often invited me over to their place. I fell completely for Calvin, who was charming and a total gentleman. He felt sorry for me, an orphan who'd been through so much, and was drawn to my kind and understanding nature. Eventually, my feelings won him over, and we got married. His career was taking off at the time, so we didn't have a wedding. After we married, he took me to a meadow and slid a ring onto my finger, his eyes full of tenderness. "Clare, I'll take care of you for life, cherish you, and love only you," he said.

If anything happens to me, my husband will not leave you. Liam burst out laughing at Lelia's words. "Which husband are you talking about? Your crippled husband? Even a dog is not afraid of a crippled man, and you are scaring me with your crippled husband? And why would he object to my work? He put you down to prostitution. What else can a crippled man do?" Liam said and grabbed Lelia's cheek. Liam's nails dug into Lelia's flesh. Lelia felt intense disgust at the touch of Liam's hand and pushed Liam's hand away and spat in his face.

She forgot that he needed help in undressing and putting on a shirt because of his head injury. Mauro smiled when his wife was in front of him. He was sitting on the bed, so he had to look up to see her beautiful face. “Mauro, the hand!” She scolded her husband when he grabbed her hips instead of lifting his hands up. “Wife, I’m sorry if my performance was lacking earlier. I’ll make it up when my wound doesn’t hurt anymore.”

he said, holding the bottle of bourbon that was on the counter. “answer for you? To people we are a husband and wife!” I started, I glanced at his hand. I noticed his finger, he wasn’t wearing the ring. I frowned, I walked closer to him, I tried to confirm whether he was wearing the ring or not. But before I reached to his hand, he put it nervously inside his pocket.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

Me on my knees in front of my husband with my face only a few inches from his groin region. “Shut up, Brad,” Nathan replied in a bored tone. Brad stood before me and stretched his hand out for a handshake. “You must be Rosalie. I am your husband's best friend and cousin.” I shook his proffered hand and registered how calloused the skin of his palm was. My immediate thought was that he had to be involved in some type of manual labor. “I didn't know he was capable of having a best friend,” I replied with a smile. “He’s much too cold, don’t you think?”