My Husband Spoils Me Novels & Stories

I am really impressed by the amount of thought and planning that made today perfect. “While you were taking forever to get ready,”’ he grumbles, but he has a smile on his face. “It’s so romantic.” His face turns into full-on panic. “Please don’t cry,” he begs. Am I such a cry baby now that he is on guard for my tears? “I wasn’t going to cry,” I protest, a bit peeved at him. “Good, because I plan to spoil you. I can’t have my wife sobbing every second.” My heart smiles as he says those words I love to hear. He kisses me quickly before grabbing the champagne and cups; he fills them up and hands me and cup.

Noah finally replied, handing over the shopping bag containing ingredients for making pancakes. “…” Jessica looked even more surprised, and that was because she knew her husband was being sarcastic toward her. In fact, this wasn't the first time her husband had been cynical towards her today. When he said that he was happy to see his wife and his boyfriend getting along, Jessica could also see a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but she didn't say anything about it. She had just received her husband's second insinuation, and she felt even more uncomfortable because of it.

"I know things have been tough lately, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. Always." I smiled, feeling a sense of love and gratitude towards my husband. "I know, Daniel. And I appreciate it more than you'll ever know." As we ate, the conversation flowed easily, our laughter and chatter filling the room. It was moments like these that I cherished, moments of pure happiness and contentment. After dinner, Daniel cleared the table and brought out a dessert, a decadent chocolate cake that made my eyes widen in surprise. "You're spoiling me, Daniel," I said, laughing.

he breathes. "You're going to have me," I whisper, kissing his shoulder, circling around back of him to appreciate my husband's hard, sculpted back, his thick buns crisscrossed with nail marks. "I was wondering, though...how do you reward yourself for swimming a hundred laps every day?" His laughter sounds almost pained. "My whole life is a reward since you came into it." My heart booms in my ribcage. "Mine, too." I kiss the center of his broad back. "But I'm talking about a more...selfish reward. Like cookie dough for breakfast."

"I would love that, but the people may not appreciate a human as their queen." "That isn't important," he dismisses it, emphasizing his intentions. "You spoil me," I say, teasing him gently. "But how can I see myself as a good husband material if I don't spoil you too?" "You are not husband material," I tease back, he places his hand on his chest dramatically. I chuckle, enjoying the playful banter between us. The air whirling around us seems to hold a sense of magic. "You made this place beautiful, master," I compliment him sincerely.

“Oh? So being a husband means spoiling your wife?” Ceynol leaned back, crossing his arms lazily. “Among other things.” Jade smirked. “Like what?” Ceynol tapped his chin dramatically, as if deep in thought. “Hmm. Let’s see… protecting you, keeping you entertained, making sure you never go to bed unsatisfied—” Before he could finish, his chair snapped beneath him, sending him tumbling backward into the sand. Jade froze, her wine glass halfway to her lips. Silence.

"Do we really need a new hose? You said that you wanted us to hold a wedding soon, how do we hold a wedding and buy a house at the same time?" "Your husband is so rich my dear wife, he will buy you a mansion and hold a wedding at the same time. I also want to buy you a new car because you refused to drive the cars that are already here. Your car will be a surprise because you already have a problem with us buying a house. I love my wife so much and I wanna spoil her, I want your age mates to respect you and your family to bow down to you." " How will you know the car that I like when it's being a surprise?"

I asked. "I want to go back to fishing, Honey," said Arga. I put on pupy eyes, making Arga laugh amused. "What's the matter with you, Honey?" asked Arga. I pulled Arga to lie down by my side. I hugged my husband tightly. "Hey, Honey, what's wrong with you? Why are you being so spoiled?" asked Arga confused. "Are you bothered by my spoiled attitude?" I asked while giving my husband a murderous look. He swallowed his saliva. "Don't you realize, Arga, that your words can kill you?" Arga muttered to himself but I could still hear him.

he added. I sigh when I felt my heart start to beat in fast speed as if I was having an heart attack. What is happening to me? "My happiness is not your responsibility Vicenzo" I replied looking at him straight on his eyes. "It is" he insist in firm tone and step closer to me "It is husband's duty to make his wife happy. I want to spoil you, to give you time. I wanted this marriage to work Svanna" he said seriously that made me stunned.

My husband,. ***