My Special Forces Husband Novels & Stories

After my husband, Leo Barton, sent me back to my hometown for a month, he used this window to remove my daughter’s kidney to save his childhood sweetheart, Rosette Smith. While his childhood sweetheart was rescued, my daughter caught a severe case of acute kidney failure due to an infection. When I rushed to the hospital to see my daughter, she strained a smile and whimpered, “Mom… I saved Aunt Rosette. Does that mean… does that mean that Dad won’t leave us?”

“And who do you turn to when life gets heavy?” Her eyes softened, “My family. Especially my husband. I trust him with my life.” The interviewer grinned knowingly. “Before I forget this question, your husband, George Williams. How long have you two been married?” Thalia’s cheeks flushed pink. “Seven years,” she admitted, her blush deepening as she smiled. The interviewer’s pen paused mid-air. “Seven years, that’s beautiful. In an industry where love stories often fade, yours seems to be standing strong. What’s your secret?”

“Richard doesn’t control me, and neither do you. I’m not a child.” His expression twisted -offended, maybe even hurt. “I’m trying to protect you,” he said quietly. “I don’t need protecting. I can take care of myself. You don’t get to tell me what I do here!” “I do, Melissa.” His voice deepened. “This is my family we're talking about here. And I am your husband, so you will listen to me.” My eyes widened. Husband? Did he just say husband? With the look of regret flickering over his face, I could tell that had slipped out of his mouth, before he could stop himself but that still wasn't going to change the fact that he was being overly paranoid and unreasonable here.

"Nate, redo the divorce agreement my way. If you refuse, I'll find her no matter where she moves. Even if you drag me to the police station, I'll fight you to the end. "A mistress has no right to spend my money or sleep with my husband. "You guys, bring him back. Since he's injured, he should stay in the hospital and rest properly." "You wouldn't dare!" Nate blustered. I laughed. "What wouldn't I dare? My family hasn't even said a word yet. Do you really think that's because they don't want to get involved or because they're scared?" I patted his face. "Don't forget how I married you in the first place. I had all that money!"

"Open up! You have the guts to do bad things but don't have the guts to open the door?! "Look, everyone! This is the animal living in unit 2801! He harassed my daughter who just turned twenty! What a scumbag! "If you won’t come out, I’ll kill myself at your door!" The noise was giving me a headache. I put down the hot towel I was holding and looked at my husband, Chris Gomez, who was lying on the physiotherapy bed and hooked up to a breathing machine. Though he could not speak, his eyes were full of worry. He seemed to have heard the commotion outside and was trying hard to turn his head.

I'm supposed to be at work, dealing with paperwork for the construction and finding Luca De Santis, that bastard traitor, but I burst out of my office like the devil was on my tail. Before this, Jeffrey and Leo texted me that they had lost Cassius. I had two men, trained ex-special forces, looking after an unarmed man who's so much shorter than them. Yet they still lost him. My husband is really something. He said he's not going to play by my rules and he meant it.

Of course I knew him. Everyone did. His face was impossible to avoid. Even hearing his name made people lower their voices. Mia stared at me for another second before laughing. “I can’t believe this. You truly have no idea who your husband is?” My throat felt dry. The truth settled over me piece by piece. Because the man I had married was Damian Hawthorne. The former military commander.

A young man had humiliated their sect; how could they stand by and not kill him? "Report…" A disciple ran into the hall from the back. He looked panicked as he knelt. "Sect Master, something is wrong! Sect Mistress is sick again!" The disciple looked worried as he sweated profusely. What? When he heard that, Andy's face changed; he panicked like a child. Andy's wife was Jody. They grew up together and had a great relationship. Two years ago, they had the grandest wedding ceremony in Great East's history. The event was known throughout the Great East, and everyone was envious.

"Pour the drink, Hannah. And then you can crawl back to your sofa. We have business to discuss. The kind of business that requires a wife who knows when to be invisible." As I tilted the bottle, the amber liquid splashing into the glass, I realized the terrifying irony of my life. Being his wife was the reason I was trapped, but it was also the reason I was dangerous. As his spouse, I had spent three years learning his secrets. I knew the passwords he reused for every account. I knew the names of the "consultants" he paid in cash at the marina. I knew where he kept the burner phones for his midnight talks with Grace’s father. He thought this marriage was a cage he’d locked me in. He didn't r

” Xander fires back instantly, his eyes widening as he shakes his head aggressively. He shifts up on his elbow, wanting to make sure I don't misunderstand him for even a second. ”I am incredibly proud to be your husband, Alex. I’d yell it from the rooftops if I could. I was just thinking about the military's image. I mean, the higher-ups are choosing an openly male couple for a public recruitment task like this, you know? There are still a lot of traditional, homophobic people out there, both in the system and among the students' parents. I just don't want our relationship to cause any political backlash or trouble for the Air Force. Or for your career.”