Narutos Wife Novels & Stories

“Bella… I appreciate it. But this is a digital battlefield. Ryan and David are already knee-deep in it. What I need from you is focus on Lila, on your firm. Please… don’t worry about this.” He meant it as reassurance, but it landed like a dismissal. Like she was being gently pushed out of the room she once shared with him. She wasn’t just his wife. She wasn’t just someone to be protected. She was sharp, strategic, capable. And yet here she was, treated like a distraction instead of a partner. That night, their bed felt like an ocean. Jason lay restless beside her, tossing with nightmares of betrayal and sabotage. Bella lay still, staring at the ceiling, silent tears rolling down into her hai

That woman said her name was NISHA SURYANARAYAN and She was the wife of GAUTAM Suryanarayana. Gautam SuryaNarayan was none other than the same man with whom Anvrita secretly got married and carried his child. Anvrita's world shattered at the revelation that her husband was already married and had a kid. His wife came to know about his affair and came here just to threaten Anvrita to leave her husband otherwise she would kill her.

I don't want to believe as it and I'll never believe it that Mara, the wife I dot on could go and do such dirty things. My wife is an obedient and submissive, she is gentle, she doesn't talk much, whenever I talk she never talks back and she never look at me directly in my eyes, she always bows her head. I came back from jogging, and met my little wife swaying along with the scent that was coming from the bath. I stood at the doorpost admiring the kind luck I had of having such a wife when she looked back at me sharply. "Hubby.....t..the bath is ready" she stuttered.

Raina's POV It would be foolish to get carried away. Tristan might be testing me. Regardless, it didn't change the fact that I couldn't have children and I wasn't his wife. Nothing could alter that reality. He could fuck me as much as he wanted, but those two things would remain unchanged. Whether he claims Natasha or not, she is still his Luna. She will be the one introduced as his wife, the one accompanying him to events, the one receiving guests on his behalf, and the one seen as his other half.

Riko nodded to her son. “I, Hibiki Ryū Konishi, take you Yūri Aiko Hatake, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." Hibiki smiled, holding my hands in his. “The rings.” Riko nodded at her husband.

Lana answered at the first ring, “We called to give you our answer.” “I hope the answer is something that I would like to hear,” she replied. “Nori agreed to meet you for dinner, but there is a condition,” I said. “I better hope that the condition does not include him bringing his pregnant wife,” she replied angrily. We all looked at each other. ‘Wife?” Leon asked as he open a mind link channel for all of us, ‘Since when did Nori have a wife?’ ‘It’s not a wife,’ Calvin said with a chuckle, ‘It’s a pregnant wife. Doesn’t it ring any bells?’

"She's my wife." "What?!"

Two men and a woman, all dressed with the kind of precision that said this was just a regular Tuesday for them. “Jared.” The first man stood and extended his hand, broad smile, the easy confidence of someone used to being the most interesting person in any room. I could “You made it.” “Raymond.” Jared shook his hand briefly. “This is my wife, Nara.” Raymond turned to me and his smile stretched wider. “Well.” He looked me over in a way that wasn’t completely subtle. “Jared, you said you were bringing your wife. You didn’t say you were bringing a goddamn goddess.”

) “ああ、そうです、彼女は私の妻です。私たちは結婚式からここに着きました。それは私たちの新婚旅行です。” (Ā,-sōdesu, kanojo w* w*tashi no tsuma desu. Watashitachiha kekkonshiki kara koko ni tsukimashita. Sore w* w*tashitachi no shinkon ryokōdesu.) (ahh yes, she is my wife. We just got here from our wedding. It's our honeymoon.) Nicholas glanced at his wife and smiled proudly and Zane could only discern that they must be talking about her, so she could only politely smile at them.

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.