My Special Forces Husband Novels & Stories

It's a silent rule cause I don't want them to feel awkward having fans. 'What are you saying? I would love to help, especially if it's a fan of mine. It's like giving back to you for all the support and inspiration you gave me.' what's with this heartfelt statement? I keep my heart beating faster and make myself comfortable at his back. He smelled so good. He opened the door to his apartment. "I'm back." All the conversation started in Hangul but I understand it anyway. "Oh honey, welcome back. Who's that?" I finally see his mystery wife. He never discloses her to the public. She was so pretty in her straight black hair. She probably also just came back from the kitchen with the apron she wa

I feel like we’ve turned a corner. He grins. “Not much. He’s unique.” “Have you known him long?” He shrugs. “We’ve been around together. Military in the early days. How do you know him?” “I don’t, not really. My friend… okay, actually, he is my husband, but we are getting a divorce, and he rented this cabin in the middle of nowhere…” “…to tell me he wants to stay married I think but now I need to get to him and tell him I still love him…” I ramble.

he said and put his two hands on the bed, a guy in a black shirt shows up, "Boss, we confirm that Madam Marisa, get home safely," the guy said that making Harreld smile, "How about his husband?" he asked seriously, "According to a spy, inside the mansion, his husband didn't come home, since they get married," the guy said which made him irritated, "How about the spy in that bastard company?" He asks annoyed,

My contract husband. Anthony Thorn.

Williams used to be a marine soldier. “Going back to the rules, the first is secrecy,” I told them carefully. “I will tell you one thing that no one else is supposed to know. I am the wife of a billionaire and I serve as…” “We have been informed already…” Andy said carefully. “We have been briefed before we left our base. All information about your past and present has been compiled. We know it all. Your husband, Mr. Smith, helped us with some information as well.” I was not expecting this at all. Regardless, I smiled through it and went ahead with what I was expected to do.

“I miss your spaghetti with tomato sauce and guava juice you made.” “Okay, Mommy will make it for you soon, honey.” “Thank you, Mom,” replied Alex with a smile. Mrs. Luna then went to make the food that Alex wanted. “How about your wedding, Alex? Are you happily married to Adaline?” “Yeah, I am very happy married to her, Dad.” Mr. Justin smiled at that. “Then how about your honeymoon?” “Because of Chris' accident, we decided to cancel our honeymoon.” “If your honeymoon is canceled, you better start tomorrow back to work, Alex.”

I lie on my belly in bed while we talk, my fingers tangled in the sheets as I spill everything that’s happened. “That is insane,” she says. “In just three days? I thought you’d be having a blast by now.” She's at home, and her husband is asleep beside her so she is talking quietly. It makes me a little envious. I haven’t woken up next to Alek even once since we got married. It’s hard to believe it's still not been a week. Tomorrow marks seven days, and yet Alek has always been gone when I woke up, or he never came to bed at all.

Duke said. Stanley silently thought about the day Xavier found out his girlfriend had cheated on him. After his Mother cheated on his Father, Xavier couldn't stand girls. He always stayed away from girls. After joining the Army Special Training, he met a female doctor who was assigned to an Army camp. Slowly, Xavier's closeness with the girl started growing. Xavier fell in love with the girl. The rules of the Army Special Training were that no one could tell their real identity to anyone. For this, Xavier kept it a secret from the girl that he was the son of a rich family.

Her breathing became uneven. Everything that had seemed impossible three days ago was now becoming reality. The secret house. Sophia. Lily. The photographs. The missing memories. The anonymous warnings. And now someone claiming that the man she had called her husband for seven years wasn't her husband at all. A sharp pain pulsed behind her eyes. She squeezed them shut. Fragments of memories flickered through her mind. Rain. Screaming tires. A man's voice shouting her name. Not Daniel's voice.

He would slit my throat for sure. "I won't tell if you don't, " Massimo said suddenly as if he was reading my mind. "I won't tell either..." My voice was barely audible. Why did I think sharing a hotel room with my husband's brother would end well? What the fuck is wrong with me? The car pulled up in the front of the hotel I was staying at. I opened the door and hurried out of the car, trying to avoid further conversation with Massimo, but he ran after me.