My Special Forces Husband Novels & Stories

“No touching. No pulling me close. Nothing. I lie there in that huge bed alone feeling like a stranger in my own marriage.” Koko’s eyebrows rose. “Macho? The same Macho who swept you off your feet with private jets and tiny diamond bracelets? The Macho who gave you a deep french kiss and was groping your ass in front of his parents because he couldn't keep his hands off you. That Macho is suddenly celibate?” I laughed bitterly. “I know how it sounds, Koko. But it's exactly what it is. My husband is thirty-six, ridiculously successful, controls half the tech investments on the West Coast.”

"Yes, my husband and I got married at the end of last year. I was originally supposed to come right after, but his rank was low, and he didn't get assigned a house, so it got delayed." Her tone held a bit of displeasure. "I thought since our son was so young, we'd wait until his first birthday. But my husband insisted family should be together. The conditions at the base are good, and he didn't want me suffering alone in the village. "I couldn't talk him out of it, so I had no choice but to pack up and bring our son to him right away." She sighed, but her smile never faded. Kyson asked, "Doesn't your husband think having a wife from the countryside is embarrassing?"

Which is exactly why my father doesn’t know that half of me is grateful for that fact and the other half wishes, just a little, that someone out here would look at me like I’m something other than breakable. “So…” I say, scanning the yard. “Which of these fine specimens are single?” “Almost all of them, if I’m honest. Not the bosses, though. That’s Harry.” He nods toward a wall of a man flipping burgers with the kind of focus most people reserve for defusing bombs. “Former SEAL married to Kata, she’s inside. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, people listen.” “Terrifying.”

She threw herself at him, hysterical, hitting him with fury and pain. He held her arms and looked at her sadly. “Jimena…” His eyes filled with tears, but they didn’t fall. “I couldn’t help it, I’m very attracted to her, I’m sorry.” Jimena breathed with difficulty; hearing those words from her husband’s mouth was excruciating. She released his hand and slapped him with all her rage, then curled up on the bed, sobbing with all her might.

Therefore, the moment I saw that picture of Huracio ramming the girl from behind, my demeanor spontaneously shifted. “I don't know why you think you are special to my husband, and I don't care what he does to you or for you. What I do know is that he gave me the most elaborate honeymoon a week ago and comes home to my bed every night. When was the last time he spent a night in your bed?" “Never!" One of the girls muttered aloud.

“She has that effect on everyone, except her husband. Don’t worry, it will fade. Speaking of which, I recommend getting your shit together before you meet him. He’s an expert marksman. I don’t think he’s ever missed his target.” “Duly noted. Thank you for the heads up.” Who is this lady? A weretiger as a bodyguard and her husband is an expert marksman? Of course she’s married. Now I feel like even more of an asshole for ogling over her. I put my sunglasses back up and check my phone. No cell service. Great.

She's definitely got this old, happy lady vibe going on. "My husband and my Brother. They were both in service together. After their second deployment, me and my Husband, Theo, got married and then during his fourth deployment, I got the news that Theo had been in an accident and so had my son, My son survived the accident, but once he got to the hospital and gave me a weak smile before surgery he never made it off the table"

"Mr. Stone, my name is Ashley. Ashley Brown" But it was very painful that he does not remember her even after what they shared that evening which later produced Alex, her handsome son. The thought of Alex brought calmness to Ashleys disturbed mind. She felt she can understand his plight since she left him in a very unreasonable manner that belittles his dignity as a man. The thought of Alex brought calmness to Ashleys disturbed mind. "Five years ago, I got the marriage certificate with you at the Civil Affairs Bureau. Do you remember?"

I stole a glance at him, and the smirk he gave me promised trouble. And I couldn’t help but think… Maybe my husband's open marriage suggestion wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“You got the wrong person, buddy. I badly have enough knowledge on those people.” He stared at me for a few more seconds before saying, “You’re a Kingston, aren’t you?” “I am, but I was not born one, I married into the family. And my husband was never close to his family while I was in China with him, he barely talked to them, or about them,” I told him the truth. “So you’re honestly telling me that you have no idea about the secret medical program that your husband’s father is running? The one about prolonging the lives of humans?”