My Special Forces Husband Novels & Stories

What did they just hear? Zachary's eyes were about to pop out! He was in complete disbelief at what was happening before his eyes. It was like an illusion! These special forces were actually reporting to Liam. How could this be? He was nothing more than a loser who married into the Stone family to survive. How was this possible?

“I’m a married woman, Rafael! I don’t belong here. You shouldn’t be doing this. My husband... he’s trying to make things right. He owes you, but he’s working on paying you back! Don’t... don’t use me like this. Don’t make me your... your pawn. That’s barbaric!” Rafael stepped closer, the intensity of his presence suffocating me. His words cut through the air like a slap. “Oh, I see,” he said, his voice oozing with disdain. “So you think your husband is some kind of knight in shining armor, huh? The reality is, your husband is living his best life while you’re here, getting all worried about him. He doesn’t want you. He never did. He married you for one reason—to use you as bait to make money

Tears fell from the corners of my eyes, drop by drop, into the sink. "I guess we didn't make it past the seven-year itch after all," I murmured. Seven years ago, Dad, Don of the Sassi family, held a gun to my head and told me not to marry Stefano. I married him anyway, for love, for a soldato who had nothing but ambition back then. I gave up my birthright, my crown, and my family's empire to build his instead. I played the perfect housewife, funneling him money and dealing with his enemies. Step by step, I put him on this city's underworld throne.

Looking at Blake's deathly pale face, my heart ached so badly I could barely breathe. He was the only one in this family who treated me like family. Three years ago, I married into the Warren family with my autistic son, Asher Harper. My mother-in-law had never liked it when I brought Asher along, and everyone in the Warren family treated us like we were invisible. Only Blake, who was just five years old at the time, ran over to Asher on his little legs and shoved his favorite action figure into his hands.

Marshall's voice came through the phone, arrogant and amused. "You sure talk big. Go ahead and try, then. Since you don't know your place, I'll show you how things work in Joule. Talking to me like that is enough to get you killed." The line went dead. He hung up without hesitation. He didn't even recognize my voice. We had been married barely over a month when I was sent on a classified mission and cut off from all contact. I was gone for seven years. Before I left, I entrusted my family to Marshall, my new husband.

He said and then he got up. "Oh my gosh." I mumbled.. I need to ask Crystal about this when we go back to New York. "Just be my wife in front of people, you're free once there's no people around." He said and then he left me alone in the living room with the TV on. Oh my gosh.. My husband is a mafia.

I adjusted easily in Crescent Moon Pack and was glad to fill in for him while he went off to training for the position of Alpha King because he always sent home gifts and messages that reminded me that he was still my husband and would return home as soon as the training was over. I just needed to hold on until he was back. It has been almost two years since I last saw my husband, even though the training camps were only opened once a year, he spent almost all the months of the six years we’ve been married there. Brinny always cursed me for her son’s absence. No matter how hard I tried, she just didn’t like me.

she asked but he remained silent. "Dish out the food." A voice said from behind and everyone stood to greet the General that walked in. Amber's husband. "Whenever you see this man here, make sure to attend to his needs. He is from a special force abroad," he said and the lady took note of his instruction. "If you don't mind, shall we have a brief discussion in my office, Agent Ninety-seven," the General muttered and Rowan followed him behind.

She let out a surprised gasp and cheered when Beck suddenly broke the stance, spun, grabbed Jared’s arm then flipped him over his shoulders to the ground. Beck looked up at her and grinned, giving her a playful bow. Always happy to entertain mi lady. ” He called up at her. Myla blew him a playful kiss and curtsied back at him, joining his teasing. She was impressed that despite the fact that Jared had more muscle mass and height over him, he could flip him so easily. And from the little of their history she had heard from Hayden, Beck had only done regular military training and a tour while Jared had gone ahead and become a member of special forces, black op. Plus he was still on reserve bec

We head over to the SUV at the front of the row and jump inside where there are some warriors already seated, We buckle up and soon feel the gravel underneath the tires as we head off the pack lands and towards my old home. Someone's cell phone blares out loudly and I find myself staring at Calvin as he brings his cell to his ear and butterflies invade my stomach. "Hey, Mac. Any updates?" Hailey Men... fucking useless cretins the lot of them! My husband? A fucking soft-touched loser. He always knew what I was doing and yet he did fuck all to stop it, not a dam thing! He didn't even comfort me about it the fucking spinless mutt.