My Special Forces Husband Novels & Stories

"I'm going to make you cookies and brownies. Hell, I'm going to be sending care packages big enough for you to share with everybody-" He looked down at her. "Sweetheart…it's not like being deployed. We're on a Special Taskforce. We don't get any care packages. We can't even have a cell phone or write home. When I'm away for those 2 months you won't be able to contact me at all." Ashleigh stopped breathing as she looked up into his face. "You can't even call me to let me know that you got there okay?" Had the moment not broken his heart he could have smiled at the innocence of her question. He killed people. She worried that he might not arrive safely? It was so unbelievably sweet. If only sh

I just heard Hector laugh, so I tightened my grip on him. "Ask Dad why I came here, fucker. And Solei is not a lie. It's true that she's my wife. We got married the night of her bachelor's party. Truth fucking hurts, right?" Hector finally said, surprising everyone, even me. The night at the party deepened. I remained seated on one side, watching as various businesspersons approached and talked to Hector. Despite engaging in conversations, he didn't let go of my hand, as if ensuring I wouldn't feel out of place after the earlier confrontation.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his childhood buddies talking through the open window.

It run in a speed that if you are not steady, it may go unnoticed. It has been five months now since our marriage. Everything has been moving on great like the marriage every girl could want to have. My hubby has took great care of me and his friends too. Most of his friends are musician and business people and traveling is order for a day to them. They oftenly come to our villa to pay a visit and they could bring gifts for me and Keron. Keron take me first in everything he wants to do. I get along with all the employees at home. I took time to chat with them and they like me for that.

he said, and my knees nearly gave out with relief. “She is?” I asked, gripping Adrian’s arm for support. “She’ll be fine,” the doctor assured us, glancing at Adrian. “You made the right call bringing me in.” I turned to Adrian, gratitude overwhelming me. “Thank you,” I whispered. The doctor continued, “But she’ll need support. Where’s her husband?” Silence fell over the group, and I finally answered. “He’s... in the military. Deployed.” Vincent cursed under his breath. “That bastard.”

she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper. Rafael’s gaze softened. “You know how he is, Aleah. When he’s on a mission, everything is top secret. Even we don’t know all the details. But you also know Hunter—he’s one of the best Alphas we’ve ever had. If anyone can make it back from something like this, it’s him. We’ve got to trust him. He wouldn’t go down without a fight.” Still, Aleah said nothing. She stared blankly at the floor, her face pale, her mind spinning. Her husband, gone for two weeks without a word, might actually never return. The thought sent a chill down her spine, and a tear slipped down her cheek.

"Your husband saved me in Mexico when I got myself into a bit of a scrape with one of the cartels." "Was it Frontera?" He nods. "Yes, that would be the one." "Is your church in Mexico?" He scratches his chin. "Yes, but I travel back and forth across the border several times a week." "You know about my husband's activities?" "Yes." He smiles gently. "I know." Here goes nothing. "I was raped by a very bad man. My husband put a bullet through that man's head before I could kill him myself." He doesn't blink. "That sounds like Xavier."

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

Stella turned on the speaker and said, "I know that you are here. Don't be afraid. If I wanted to catch you, I would have caught you a long time ago. I know that you need to complete your task." The man didn't speak, but Stella could vaguely hear his breath and knew that he was listening. "My husband used to be a soldier in the special forces. He was a great man. He didn't rely on his family's power. He started from the bottom until he reached a height where many people feared, but he eventually died under the bullet. "I used to hate his job. After all, women preferred to live a happy family-oriented life, but men are passionate, patriotic, and responsible.