Naruto Wife Novels & Stories

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.

He frowned. In a swift moment he twisted his hand. That idiot yelped in pain. "How dare you even think of marrying Shourya Khanna's wife?" He punched him hard in the stomach. "Wife?" Samyak asked shocked. He started coughing blood from his mouth. "Yeah, she's Naina Shourya Khanna, wife of Shourya Khanna. She's mine. Naina only belongs to Shourya, not anyone else in this world," He said with pride.

Manu requested. " Wait !! What is going on?? Who is your wife? What was he saying? " I asked looking at Shubh and Sahil Ji. Sahil Ji looked very angry. " Manyata is my wife. " Sahil Ji said. " I swear, I didn't mean to..." Shubh said. " Shubh Ji please go out," Manu said. Shubh nodded and went out after looking at me. I was shocked with confusion. Manu was married to him ?? She got married?? When ?? How??

Even so, his possessiveness got over him, and he wrapped his hands around her thin waist. "She is my wife," his husky voice affirmed, a dark glint flashing over his grey eyes. His wife? Sophia's expression froze as she glanced over at the woman purring like a cat over the president. Was she his wife? Why didn't Trickson inform her instead of flaming her hopes? Immediately, she bent to pick up the phone, tears filling her eyes like an open faucet. "I am so sorry, ma'am, for the little misunderstanding. It won't happen again."

His wife was 10 years younger than he was and they were a perfect match. She was happy she now has someone to call mother again. Nina was once married and has grown up kids who are adults now and in the university. She is a great mother to her kids and has proven to be a great step mother to her, she takes her like her own child she had given birth to. Nina always reminds her of her own mother, the resemblance she has with her late mother both in looks and personality was one reason why her father had agreed to marry her. Another person that loves Nina so much was Romulo, he had approved of their marriage because Nina was a good fit for his son.

I quickly turned my head to the side, pretending as if nothing had happened. Instead of reacting in anger, Celeste actually flashed me a smile. She faced me squarely and lifted a leg. Then, she positioned the showerhead beneath her to rinse herself, giving me an unobstructed view of her most intimate parts. My jaw dropped. Was this how liberal she was, not seeing me as an outsider at all? When did my wife become best friends with her? I was in such luck! I watched Celeste, a smirk also playing on my face. At this moment, my wife had her full attention on her phone, completely oblivious to what just happened.

I started, the room tensing up even more as my eyes slanted and caged her in a cold stare "Vivian Stuart is my wife and has been for the past three years, You left me and even though you reappeared out of fucking nowhere and got my attention, don't think you've won or anything because this isn't a fucking game. I don't entertain games like that, especially the one where you want to sabotage my wife and I over something as stupid as whatever reason you've got cooked up. So let me tell you and this would be the last time I would be saying this, Vivian is MY wife and she will remain so. Clean up whatever this mess is, Your obsession with me has to come to an end before you go before it, " I sai

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Please leave before my husband returns," she whispered something and moved over to the oven. Hearing about her marriage made my heart skip a beat. But I smiled and shrugged my shoulders to hide it. "Okay, I need to leave as well, but my car has a puncture. As a result, I'll have to make a phone call. Do you have a phone with you?" I had approached her with my question. She drew her brows together and pointed her pointer finger. I'm pointing in the direction of a phone. "Thank you," I expressed my gratitude once more. "Can I have a drink of water if your husband doesn't mind?" I inquired of her. Her earlobe was yanked at as her body tightened.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.