My Wife Novels & Stories

She is not like Kier or any other woman, in fact she is not like anyone else I have ever known. She is Celestine. My wife. The mother of my unborn children. And believe me world, I am never letting her go. Never.

In the middle of a hurricane, I camped out on the app and snagged the last designated-driver job of the night. The man who got in wore a tailored suit and carried himself with an expensive kind of polish. He casually pulled out a few crisp bills and tucked them into the gap beside my seat. "Driving people around isn't easy these days. You even have to take jobs in a hurricane." I smiled but said nothing. His gaze landed on my ring. "You're married?" I nodded at him through the rearview mirror. "We've been married a year." "Why not get a nicer ring?" He held out his hand. "My fiancée bought me mine. Guess how much it cost." The platinum band on his finger was set with a sizable diamon

Gosh, they are idiots and whores, if they wanted to split up a happy marriage and the little family that I made with my wife Mandy. God, I am so blessed to have such an amazing wife, just thinking of her, the support she gives me, the love she gives and shows me, the respect she shows me and gives me, and the satisfaction she gives me with the pleasures she gives me and the moans she gives me from my work on her body. She is such a woman and the only woman for me and never another like her. She is mine and will always be mine, and I will always be hers, and no one else will have me. I am so horny. I am going to the shower to get freshened up for my love.

As my wife, she said she was proud of me. I saw comments appear in the live chat. [Wow! She went from using her student to using her husband.] [She has nothing to do with this research. She’s just trying to take credit for it.] I listened to her empty praise and watched as she tried desperately to make the public believe that we were still a loving couple. I could not take it anymore. I rushed forward and pushed her away. I took off the ring I had wanted to throw away for a long time. Then, I threw it straight at her face.

I want to make her my Luna and be a family. *** Brad *** My beautiful wife sleeps next to me. My wife! I have a wife. And not just any wife, Halle Morales is my wife! She looks so peaceful that I feel awful to have to wake her. Maybe I wore her out too much last night, and that thought makes me smile. Last night was amazing, the connection and electricity between us seems to have magnified with the strength of our vows. I can hardly believe it: Halle is my wife, my beautiful, sexy and strong wife.

she says, not looking up from her hands. We’ve been together so long she knows the second I’m near her. I think I could be across the state and still know exactly where she was at. Something about that makes me feel like we’re connected by so much more than a piece of paper. We’ve built more than just a marriage, we’ve built a world with the two of us in the center of it. Tonight proved that anything coming to threaten it will be taken out, and peace will be restored. My wife is more than just my bride, she’s the reason I breathe. “The most beautiful woman in the world,” I say, still not moving.

He said. “Adjourned.” I dismissed the conversation. ‘Good afternoon Mj, did you ate your lunch? I’m going to the club tonight, wanna hang out? Let’s have a little fun.” – My wife. I really hate that man, she really loves him. I will watch you, no one could dance, talk or touch my wife. “Yeah I do, send me the location and I’ll be there.” – sent. ‘Great! I can’t wait to see you.’ – My wife.

“Lauren Ke… I mean, Lauren Astor.“ “That happens. My wife needed the first six months to say my name with hers. Thank God she is good at this now.“ “I like your wife. She is an amazing actress.“ “That she is. Good at everything is her trait.” He smiled. “You still didn’t tell me whom you are looking for?” “My husband,” I looked around the room, sipping more liquor.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

she teases, her laughter infectious. I playfully narrow my eyes at her, attempting to salvage my pride. "Uh, well, Colin usually fixes it for me." Fiona steps closer, still chuckling, and I can't help but be captivated by the way her laughter fills the room. She expertly untangles the mess I've made, her fingers working with grace. All the while, I find myself staring at her, admiring the effortless beauty that is my wife. It’s been a few days since we got back together and still, every single day, her presence awes me like she’s here for the first time.