My Statue Husband Novels & Stories

Our words were getting more colourful the more we talked, and we forgot about the woman who can snap our necks in a second if she wished to. "Low class really? That's all you could come up with, Sweetie? listen here, at this moment I doubt you could have an erection at all, otherwise why would I be here as your wife?" Okay, that time I really pushed his buttons, and I could see my name written on a tombstone. 'Here lies Sophia Kathlyn Stademan, married for an hour, and died in the hands of her husband.' Is it too long? I think so but at this moment I swear that's what I imagined.

I was disgusted by his questions, but If I did not answer it, I would get into trouble. I closed my eyes and took in breath. I could hear my heart beating like crazy in my chest, seriously... This is what I've become, a sex doll for a billionaire?. I was at the verge of breaking down. “Yes." I said and I looked down at my feet, he stood up, he towered at about six foot three, he had broad shoulders and a physique that belonged not to ordinary men. *** “At least my husband is not a short ugly goblin." I said as I stood beside him at the altar.

I stood before the statue asking a series of stupid questions and all it did was looked down at me with a smiling face. I placed my hands on top of the statue's hands. At least I was able to do to the statue, the things I couldn't do to my husband. I looked around to confirm that no one was watching or nearby, I climbed up so I could have direct contact with the statue. I kissed it on the lips severally before I jumped down and broke into tears. I was missing my husband and no one could do anything to help. Well, everyone had tried, me too. After my husband's disappearance, I started to spend eighty percent of the day in the park, close to the statue.

Damon suddenly cut off Henry in mid sentence which made Henry shock. "Yes." Damon answered making Henry taken a back suddenly. "What?" Henry asked. "Yes, Uncle Henry... I am happy with my wife right now!" Damon answered and Henry blinked his eyes not believing how he can be happy with his forced marriage. "You are happy with Riya?" Henry asked once again tying to hope he heard wrong but no. He isn't wrong. "Yes. I am. No matter what... Riya is my Wife now! I should be happy with her and I am. She is perfect wife for me. Now and... forever!" Damon answered closing his eyes and gulped his saliva down his throat.

my friend Jocelyn rushed off her words as she roust me to pry through the numerous numbers of students who left their classes to be here just for one man and that man is my husband. That breathtaking, mouth-watering, virile and dazzling young man who is the idol of every student here today is none other but my cold and arrogant husband. I nearly laugh out loud when Jocelyn coaxes me to come here today with her so that I can get a glimpse of the world's most handsome and talented idol not to talk of how rich he is. To get a glimpse of my husband, a man I see everyday.... that was funny.

"Let me introduce myself again. I am Emily's mother, and I am also the Chairwoman of the Wing Group. And he is merely a my husband who lives on my family." I pointed at Gary, who was not too far away. I took the marriage certificate from Ben's hand, held it up, and slammed it down onto the ground. At that moment, I saw Gary's eyes flash with embarrassment. But that was just the beginning! Everyone's mouths dropped open, eyes wide in shock.

well, since it's my husband that drew me this way, I'd accept it with love and frame it if possible. I went over to his side and pecked him on his cheek as a reward for sketching me. Preparing the Sunset Toast He disappeared into the small kitchenette, returning with a crystal decanter and two flutes. I watched him pour the amber liquid—an aged brandy he’d discovered on this trip. On the terrace, we sat with twilight pressing cool fingers against our arms. I raised my glass. “To all the ways we’ve learned to love—ourselves and each other.”

Aiden turned to his brother again, growling, “Leave before I make you.” “Sorry, babe. There’s a reason he has a demon statue in his garden instead of an angel or a cute animal. You married the devil, and I don’t want that fucker putting me in a room in hell. He’ll probably put me on the same street as Hitler and the guy who made berry flavored sparkling water. I deserve better neighbors. Just doing what I’m told.” Henry put two fingers in his mouth and whistled, showing the others to a different path, leaving Aiden and me alone on the main trail.

He put her on the bed and left to change saying 'Don't feel so shy, it's only me your husband. After he left Siya touched her heated cheeks. How shamelessly she wanted to see her handsome husband. *But he is soo beautiful. He is just perfect. * She dreamily thought to herself not knowing his husband was god’s deadly beautiful creation. Like Mahadev (Lord Shiva), he can create and he can also destroy. Then his words replayed 'He is just my husband.' My!! Calling someone mine isn't it different? Off course it is but will she be able to be this fortunate?

A pair of bodyguards defended me. "We had seven years of history, Queenie! I can't just let it go! I've filled up the jar with stars! Come back. I'll give you the best wedding ever!" I returned to my husband's side and held his outstretched hand. Christopher still refused to give up, and I came up with a plan. I put on a polite smile. "My husband's more handsome than you, richer than you, and he's a Halloway. You could never be half the man he is."