My Most Precious Wife Novels & Stories

Gosh, they are idiots and whores, if they wanted to split up a happy marriage and the little family that I made with my wife Mandy. God, I am so blessed to have such an amazing wife, just thinking of her, the support she gives me, the love she gives and shows me, the respect she shows me and gives me, and the satisfaction she gives me with the pleasures she gives me and the moans she gives me from my work on her body. She is such a woman and the only woman for me and never another like her. She is mine and will always be mine, and I will always be hers, and no one else will have me. I am so horny. I am going to the shower to get freshened up for my love.

"My precious wife, listen to me. You don't have to worry. Even if you truly become a sow and have a straight figure with no waist in the future, I will still love you. What I love the most in this life is wrapping my hand around a straight figure with no well-defined waistline while shopping."

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

What was this man talking about in all seriousness? Archie also stopped in his tracks and looked at her. "Don't be too touched. I've said it before. This is the right that my wife should have. Even if it wasn't you if it was someone else. . . I will give it to her too." Emma gritted her teeth and brushed past him. "Who is touched? I am not touched." Archie looked at her petite and cute figure and his thin lips unconsciously raised. This woman who spoke the truth and did not know what was in her heart was really interesting.

She only remembered that Abel, that ROGUE, had whispered in her ear that the most important thing between husband and wife was mutual trust. They were legally recognized as husband and wife, not as a mere couple. It was different from the previous relationship she had once maintained with money. “Tsk!” Ruth cursed as she got out of bed. Where did she get the idea that Abel, that jealous man, was magnanimous? After washing up, she went downstairs. Ruth’s movements were a little sluggish. She saw Abel, who was lounging on the sofa in casual clothes. He looked very unhappy. “Why are you still home?”

she mumbled lowly and sadly not liking the fact that she didn't buy anything for them. "It's okay, Mi charlatán. We don't want any gift from you, you kept fast for the long lives of someone like us, is enough for us." Emiliano said making her brows to crease. "W-W-What do you mean my someone like you? You are the b-best husbands I could ever get." she said proudly which made the brothers to purse their lips at her assuring words. "You are the best wife in this world, that we don't deserve you." Alejandro said taking her small hands in his big ones.

I said as I remembered his deadly and disgusted look at me when he left. "Everyone is but he is now needed here. And, besides that his daughters also married off and have new families now and his wife had died a few months ago. I got to know that but I was concentrating on some other thing at that time and you were also not in the mood to listen to anything. He is alone now and he will surely come here if we tell him that we found his precious again. At least, he will come here to protect his precious from…you" He said and glared at me and I nodded my head as he would do anything for his precious, that is none other than my wife.

"Come to your senses dammit. What the fuck are you uttering?" Her devastated eyes come across mine— filled with complaints and disappointment. I don't want her to think that way. I never wanted it. "What are you saying, baby?" My voice softens as I wrap her with my arms. "You're my wife. My most precious treasure" "Wives aren't bought and sold", her voice is firm. "I don't even feel myself now. I don't even claim myself. I don't think I'm mine anymore. I don't—"

She felt too good. At the same time, that she did that. The man opened his eyes and saw how his wife settled between her pectorals, deep inside him. He couldn't help but smile, immediately he hugged her much tighter than before, she liked to inhale her aroma, although she didn't know it, those moments were the most precious for man. Feeling that his wife really loved him. It was too much of a wish, unattainable for him. However, he had nothing to lose by dreaming.

Alice, my wife, and our newborn child, peacefully slumbering together, embodied everything that truly mattered to me in this world. I couldn't help but be amazed at the journey we had embarked upon together - the trials, challenges, moments of joy, and the depths of love we had explored. Over the past few years, we faced ups and downs that tested the very essence of our beings, yet Alice stood beside me, a beacon of unwavering strength. Looking at her now, my heart swelled with love and admiration. She was more than just my spouse; she was my partner, confidante, and unyielding pillar of support. Her determination, resilience, and fierce love for our family were qualities that I deeply cheri