My Statue Husband Novels & Stories

“Here’s my lovely husband.” The image was of them together at some beach. At first, I thought it was a picture of her and her grandpa and my eyes wandered around to where her husband could be, but the hand on her bikini-covered ass was unmistakable in the shot. He was old old. I get now why Dante didn’t think our age gap wasn’t that big of a deal. Ada’s husband looked even older than their father. “Uhm, he looks…” I can’t seem to get the image out of my head even though she put her phone away. “You two—”

he answer afterwards. I sigh "Are you sure you'll be alright tomorrow?" I worriedly ask him. "Your husband is Saint Vicenzo Santorini, trust me. I always win at everything" he arrogantly remark and I bet he's smirking right now. I secretly rolled my eyes and just continue caressing the back of his head. I don't want to stop him praising his self, I'm his wife after all. I need to support him. "Don't do something that could hurt just to win" I said out of nowhere to remind him.

Wiping away her tears, Hilda proceeded, "I believe each and every one of you are curious about who my husband is and are wondering whether it's true that he is an old and unattractive coal boss. Right now, I can tell you that my husband is a young and handsome man. He is also the kindest and best man I have ever met in my life! He is at the scene today, but I couldn't announce his identity because I don't think I deserve it!" She doesn't deserve him? Everyone was puzzled. The champion of the institution's Miss Misty Pageant, the most excellent belle in the whole city, is not worthy? Is her husband that powerful? Upon hearing that, Nathan knitted his brows. But he heard Hilda continue to say,

"Of course there is! I don't want my wife taking taxis or, worse, walking. Let's find a good car because I want my princess to have everything she desires." "I won't be a bother if I come to the company?" "Of course not! You are my love!" he declared, kissing me between each word, making me smile even more. "You never bother me, love. On the contrary, you inspire me!" "Hmm, am I your muse?" "You are my muse, my princess, my wife, you are my light," he began to sing playfully, "you are the sun, my darling, my love!" I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. "Oh my God, no! Why did I take you to that Brazilian bar? Wando, really?"

Tripping over my own feet I fall forward and my hands land on a warm mass of muscle. Taking up the entire door frame is the well-dressed muscular body of my arrogant, CEO, husband. Atlas Steele. And he looks pissed.

That was all her husband said and Bella left his room that night and she’s never been in his room since then. She wasn’t going to pine over some man when she’s being desired by tons. But she was lying, fooling herself because she kept desiring her husband. So who was Gabriel? Gabriel was a wealthy billionaire, sexiest amongst his ton but his flaws? They were so many that his wife, Bella, included the fact that he didn’t crave her sexually or touched her as one of his flaws, the worst of them.

I nodded enthusiastically, and he flagged down our server to ask for one. After lunch we decided to take a stroll in the art museum. I loved the museum, but always somehow wound up going there by myself. I suggested it, as it seemed to me like a fun way to keep our conversation going. Besides, I figured that if we ran out of things to talk about we could always discuss the art. "You know, I really like this one," my husband said, and stood in front of a large sculpture depicting a man and a woman embracing on a rock. "It's Rodin, right? 'The Kiss'? I've always thought it was amazing."

It was the contraceptive my husband, Damien, insisted I take whenever he makes love to me and most of the time, I take these pills daily. Damien. My husband, my mate, my Alpha. The man the Moon Goddess herself had chosen for me. He was everything a woman could dream of; strong, protective, and devastatingly handsome. With his storm-gray eyes and jet-black hair, he commanded attention effortlessly. He had a way of making me feel cherished, adored even. Every time he looked at me, it was like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I have spent two years with him in this marriage.

He said as if to remind her. "I'm sorry my staff probably wasn't able to locate where to send the invites, they probably didn't think you'll be interested to go. My apologies." She said. "No problem." He replied but his gaze is lock with the man on her side who holds her protectively. " Honey this is Mr. Harvey, Robert Harvey that is., a friend of mother. Mr Harvey this is my husband Tristan Hewitt." The two man lock eyes on each other. One a little bit older, another two decades younger but both have strong personality. Both are successful in their chosen field, both are good looking that are being chased and desired by women.

I nodded rapidly, keeping my face turned slightly away from her, "I know. I appreciate everything you've done for me. You don't know how much it means to me. If not for you, I don't know what would have become of me." Just then, I heard the sound of footsteps drawing nearer and I turned excitedly to watch my husband's gorgeous figure walk into the kitchen. He paused at the entrance, blue eyes swinging between Cora and I. "What's going on here?" He asked. I trailed my eyes over him hungrily as the woman at my side replied him. At over six feet tall, my husband was the definition of a tall glass of water. A form fitting navy blue suit hugged his broad shoulders, wide chest and trim musculature