My Lovely Wife Novels & Stories

She glanced around at the angry beastmen and said, "Everything started because of Jasper. You can go ahead and punish him as you wish. But my husband is the mighty Kael Vaxenroth of the Dragon clan! You'd better think twice before you lay a finger on me!" At that, the beastmen who had been eyeing her menacingly suddenly turned to look at me. I didn't even spare Priscilla a glance. I said coldly, "I don't have feelings for her anymore. Do whatever you wish to her." Priscilla retorted loudly, "You love me! You love me so much that you spent forever looking for treasures for me and even nearly died a few times too! How could you just say that you don't have feelings for me anymore?

"I love you, my Little Flower, my wife" "I love you too, my Dark Prince, and from this day forth, my husband." 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Why is it that every time she gets married, she becomes more and more stressed, she even has insomnia a few nights before, not having a good night's sleep. The make-up artist came in and started putting on her makeup when Harry ran in too. Today he wears a white suit, with a bow tie at the collar. He looks so handsome and cute. The young makeup artists always liked to tease him. "Miss Grainne, you have such a handsome husband, and your son is so cute, you are so happy!" The makeup artist's words were filled with admiration. The other make-up artist grinned and continued: "That's right, Miss Grainne, you can pretend that Levi is the blessing of many of those girls! Miss Grainne is a kind pers

That I promise. "You look amazing, wife" I drawled softly staring at Melody who was clamped on my front, her arms around my neck and my hands on the lean of her waist. Wife! I was fuckin married, and Melody Laura Cattanio - Alderman Rothschild was my fuckin' wife. Somebody tell me I wasn't in a middle of a fucking dream. " you also washed up nice husband." she fired back, and something that tasted like happiness unfurled in my chest.

"Good morning my love" Janet whispered in my ear as i opened my eyes. Janet is my beautiful wife Shes tall, tan with curly hair and a smile that could light up a room. We have been Married for 5 years now and she has been more than i could have ever asked for. She is beautiful, kind and great in bed if i may add, in fact that is one of the things ive always loved about her. She can turn me on with just a touch.

“Are you shy of your husband, wifey?” That did it. I felt my face heat up instantly. The word wife rolled off his tongue like a melody, filling every quiet corner of my soul. I couldn’t stop smiling — I didn’t want to. I just stared at him for a long moment, lost in the sweetness of it. His wife. Mrs. Aldrich. Mrs. De’Lucca.

I turned, my body relaxed in her warmth, a smile on my lips. Her fingers began fastening my tie. She was looking undeniably exquisite. Just out of the shower, hair slightly damp, flowing flawlessly. She was wearing one of my shirts that hung loosely, giving her a sexy look. My darling wife. The love of my wife. Kristine Nightwood. “You also have work, yet here you are, spoiling me,” I chuckled huskily, brushing my knuckles on the side of her face. “You deserve it, My Love.”

It's the title of a land and a house, plus a picture of a dream house she painted five years ago. "Wow! It's beautiful." Upon saying this, her eyes are staring at her ex-husband. "Did you really make this? I thought—" "Yes, all you see is named under you. It's a gift after our marriage has been broken." "Thank you. How could you do this? The last time I saw this lot, it was an abandoned building." "Never mind asking my process of finishing it as long as you're happy. All is well for me." She nods at once; out of happiness, she hugs him tight with teary eyes. There's a love inside that activates now. Is it both of them?

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.