My Husband Wants Me Dead Novels & Stories

“Maybe I'll kill you off after I'm done with you.” He sounded so serious I couldn't stop the gasp that left my lips. Of course I didn't talk a beep after that. I had encouraged him enough. So the ride home continued in silence and thoughts of my family left my head. Instead, the only thoughts left in my head were the methods my husband would use to kill me if he ever decided he was done with me. Maybe he'd make it painless. Hopefully.

Arham removes his hand and said: "I wish, they are lying and I will never believe if I had not heard this from my ear that you tried to kill my wife Baba. How can you do this? You know how much I love her, still, you tried to kill her, you kill my baby. The baby was not only her, this was mine too. The baby was your grandchild, still " "Because I hate that girl. She snatches my only son, you have changed after her entering into your life. You become her husband only. I never want her to give birth to your child, I have taken the swear to kill her, it was her luck that she escaped death but I had relief that her child died but next time I will make sure "; He is talking like a mad man.

I don’t want to live. Every night after dinner, he forces himself on me to mate. I feel dirty. He locks his wife up while he does this. She keeps saying that she is helping me but I don’t see it. I don’t feel it. I understand that we got caught last time. I’ve begged her to kill me. She won’t. Fear of her husband is palpable. Her assurances that help is coming does not give me any assurance.

He asked me. I shrugged and got up. “This is not going to happen,” I said, trying to control whatever suicidal emotions within me because if we were sincere, I wanted to kill him. Right now like slit his throat. Immediately, I walked past him, and he grabbed my arms and dragged me back, shoving me on the bed. “I am your husband, and I am going to do anything I want to do with you,” he growled as he let go of his boxers, leaving him fully naked.

she asked with a bickering voice. "And where is this respect coming from? Luna Eve?" I curled my lips with a small smile resting on it, mockery was lingering in my voice. "I don't understand you... Where is my husband?!" she yelled at me in fear and confusion. "Your husband is dead!" I shouted back at her bluntly without having a second thought if it hurts. "And if you don't mind your horrible life, you will join him." I said curtly and beeline to walk away from her.

"I did it because my husband is arrogant and stupid. He doesn't want to surrender and the entire pack will be wiped out because of his pride and ego. I don't want innocent people to die today. It's better to surrender early and live another day." He was speechless for a moment. He was probably stunned that I spoke like I had no real love for my husband. What kind of wife am I? A rebellious or poisonous one? But I saw in his eyes that he seemed to like my smart ass reply, 'Surrender early and live another day.' "Why would you want to kill your husband and his beta? Give me a better reason..." he demanded, curious to know the real reason why I did it. Damn, can he just accept my explanation as

He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”

"Esther, I told you, this game you started will end with me." Tears of despair welled up in Esther's beautiful eyes. "Bradley, if you hate me so much... why don't you just kill me?" If she were dead, everything would come to an end. "I want you to long for life but be unable to find death!" Bradley revealed. Suddenly, Esther couldn't contain herself any longer and bit into Bradley's neck. Crimson blood flowed from his wound, trickling down her neck like a small stream. Bradley remained unafraid and even laughed somewhat maniacally. "What? Reluctant to kill your husband?"

Mandy returned and was flabbergasted. I didn't give her a second to think. "Dr. Spears, my in-laws seem to be unwell. Could you please take them for a check-up while I get my husband to the funeral home?" I had just taken Dylan's death certificate from Tiffany's hands. With this, there was nothing that could stop me from burning him alive. Mandy turned pale. "I'm more familiar with the funeral home's procedures, maybe I should—"

“I’m so sorry, but your husband, Hank Johnson, was in a car crash this afternoon. He didn’t make it.” The funeral home employee said, his head hung low, “Our condolences.” News about my husband’s death did not stir any sad feelings in me. Instead, I was eerily calm. “I want to see his body. I need proof that he’s really gone.” “I understand that you’re going through a lot of emotions now, Mrs. Johnson, but his body was badly damaged in the crash. It’s best that you don’t see him in such a state.”