My Statue Husband Novels & Stories

"Of course. My wife is a beautiful person, intelligent." "Just calm down. The most handsome man in my eyes, only my Remus, my mate...my husband. My husband is a handsome person, even just wearing short shorts he has the maximum handsomeness, especially if he wears a shirt or formal suit, oh yeah, the damage is done... if my husband is wearing sunglasses. It's like being on a date with a famous Hollywood actor." Remus laughed in satisfaction. "I have a wife who can make me happy like this."

I heard a lot of confusing words today. Rynet what's going on now? I gave her a call after reading the texts in the message. Mom how are you? I greeted the moment a hello came from her.. Fine my dear. Victoria called me fuming. She said that you made her husband disabled. What happened please tell me. She inquired. Victoria is Tom's wife. They have been married for ages now with three kids all girls.

He grabbed his head and rolled on the ground as he continued wailing. The Grandmaster Heaven Cult and his wife were his only two obsessions—they were also something that brought pain to his heart. Every time he thought of that, his head would hurt terribly. The situation was worse than death itself. Monica felt guilty when she realized that. She did not expect that her departure would cause such huge damage to the Cult Master. Then, the Cult Master slowly calmed down. He stood up and looked at Monica. “You recognize me, right? Then, do you know Monica Vaughn? Monica Vaughn is my wife. She is my wife. Do you know her?”

When one of their husbands tried to counter the sorcerer, he took a small mud statue from his coat pocket and poked match sticks on it. With each poke he made on the toy blood oozed like fountains from her husband's skin. The woman wailed in infecundity, pleaded the rogue to use her but to set her spouse free. Yet the libertine had different plans. He killed him by continuously piercing holes on the toy in his hands.

"I know that your husband went too far in doing that, but he was hurt, maybe you need to be faithful to him from now on, you guys would have nothing to worry about." "Martha, I'm not going to get involved with him again," I said. "He's more handsome than Raymond. If I wasn't married, I would have had him as my own." She said. "He isn't more handsome than Raymond," I said. "He is. Don't you love his dark hair and broad shoulders? Don't you like his bedroom eyes? His fleck stands out with his dark lashes and skin." She said. "The only thing I love is the artificial finger he wears," I said.

I added then grinned at Brandon. “I’m sorry, brother, but as you can see, I’m so busy. I have a fucking hot and beautiful wife, my soon to be Luna,” he made sure to put emphasis on the last word, “and I can’t ruin that for her. For you.” “You think rejecting your mate will ruin your day? I doubt it. That’s going to fucking make your wife happy, right, Hestia?” I grinned at Hestia who stood straight and looked at her husband.

“This is my wife, “ Conor wraps a hand around my waist. I want to crawl out of my skin. He’s never done this before, what is this display of affection he is showing right now… The model flashes a pretty smile, which reveals a set of perfect white teeth. “How nice to meet you, “ she outstretches her hand in my direction. Perfect nails. “I am Anastasia. “ I accept her hand and return the smile. “Violet, very nice to meet you. “ “A wife?” Dominic asks and Conor’s hand closes around me, pulling me a bit too tightly. “Yes, Dominic, “ he says, “my wife. “ Then Connor tells him, “I don’t know if you remember her. “ I shift nervously and steal a glance in Domnic’s direction. He shakes his head. “I…

I tell my love, making a mental note to add it to the shopping list, “You should have all of your favorite things.” “You are my favorite thing,” he says seriously, “I like caviar, but I don’t need it. All that I need is you. The rest is just details.” My husband takes two champagne flutes from the tray of a passing waiter and hands one to me. He takes my hand not occupied by my favorite cocktail, and we take a stroll around the room. The floor to ceiling stained glass windows glow in the twilight, depicting scenes from history and literature. “Do you know the legend of this place,” my mate asks me, “It’s quite a romantic, tragic tale actually.”

“My husband, I want to come while riding you.” “Yes, my wife, do whatever you want.” With that, I quickened my pace, determined to reach our peak together. We made love repeatedly, and if all goes well, we might soon have a sibling for Chase. Our lovemaking is intense. Whenever there’s an opportunity, he claims me. I love this man so much. My husband, Maximus Lardizabal.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!