My Statue Husband Novels & Stories

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

“And this time I want you to thank your husband for sharing you.” “Thank you, Jimmy,” I moaned loudly between each hard thrust. My voice broke with pleasure. “Thank you for letting this biker ruin your wife’s holes.” Jimmy was standing nearby now, stroking himself again as he watched his wife get completely destroyed by another man. His eyes were wide with lust and love mixed together. Seeing him like that only made me wetter. Jax’s thrusts became faster and more erratic. His muscles tensed, and his breathing grew rough. “Gonna fill you up again, slut.”

Eli Jefferson decides to go to the shopping mall to buy a present for his son, Zachary Foley, who is about to celebrate his first birthday. Alas, once again, he runs into Jason Snider, who causes a scene, calling him a homewrecker and beating him up. To keep Zachary out of harm's way, Eli is forced to endure the beating without fighting back. Jason pummels him until he's covered in bruises and almost breaks a few of his bones. In the end, Eli has no choice but to call the police. Both men are taken to the police station—and both claim to be the husband of Christina Foley. The police officer calls Christina to verify their claims. When Jason hears that Christina will be coming down to the

I kept my voice low. "No matter what you say, I'm the one he's legally married to. You'll always be the other woman, and your son will grow up without a father." She opened her mouth to fire back, but her phone rang. She turned the screen toward me. The caller ID read, "Hubby." Then she tapped it on speaker mode. Miles's voice came through, easy and familiar. "Hey, honey, are you home yet? Hector says he's hungry." Phoebe glanced at me, slow and deliberate, then spoke into the phone.

"Are you... doing this of your own free will, miss? He, uh... He's rather... unique-looking." "Excuse me?!" I snapped, furious enough to make everyone in the building turn and stare. "Are you blind, ma'am? You're looking at the most handsome man you could possibly meet, and you're calling him ugly?! Look at those hideous freaks outside, then look at my husband again. Do you seriously not see the difference?!" I pulled Matteo close and pointed at his sharply chiseled features. "My husband is the most handsome bastard in the entire world!"

“If you marry me, my family’s voting block merges with yours. You control eighty percent of the empire. Julian becomes completely irrelevant. He becomes nothing more than an employee you can fire at your leisure.” She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a seductive, lethal whisper. “Imagine his face. Imagine the absolute, paralyzing horror of the man who thought he was going to rule the world, realizing that the woman he tried to manipulate is now the ultimate authority in his life. The man who tried to destroy your legacy will have to bow to me. He will have to call me 'Mother.' “

She was a complete opposite of her husband: she was short in stature with probably 5’ 3” height, her body is much much more muscled than her husband, but she was not that voluptuous in appearance. ‘Does this prove that opposites do attract?’ Hestia thought as the husband walked in front of them after making sure that his wife was sitting comfortably and not crying so loudly anymore. Hestia and Albert stood up to give respect to the head of the Don Brook family and so they did with a simple bow and a greeting, “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Don Brook.” Albert said. “It’s nice to meet the two of you too,” Mr. Don Brook replied, “Please do sit. I’m sure my wife and I have made you wait for so long

Me: He used to like me every day My husband: not so cool My husband: When I return to Jakarta, I want to meet your supervisor Me: but he scolded me because his friend told me to Me: the original is good Me: now his appearance really changed My husband: you mean? My husband: turned into a handsome man? Me: yes, but you are more handsome My husband: is he married? Me: I don’t know ,, I forgot to ask earlier My husband: if we meet again later ask yes Me: I don't think so, I don't see her wearing a wedding ring on her finger My husband: tomorrow you will go to campus, ask to change the new supervisor with Mr. Galih Me: No way! My husband: the husband's orders should not be denied, remember ...

As the water rolled down his well-built chest, it didn't miss a chance in amazing Jayda. "Will you stop staring at me?" He smirked. "What? Can't I appreciate the fact that I'm damn lucky to have such a hot dude as my husband." She wiggled her eyebrows, laying on her side with her elbow on the bed and her chin was plopped on her palm. "Of course you are. Haven't you seen how this hot model of a husband works out? These babies aren't just for staring." He boasted, kissing his arms. He folded his arms across his chest then flexed his muscles, for show off.