Narutos Wife Novels & Stories

"Why, you've already finished class, right? I'm taking you and Kenzo home and then I have to go back to campus because I'm still teaching." Naya glared at Arka with a sardonic look. The woman looked annoyed. She had imagined how everyone would react when Arka admitted that he was her husband but he was silent. "Why?" "What?" "You didn't tell them that I'm your wife and Kenzo is your son. You don't want to acknowledge me and Kenzo?"

"Wait... I don't know your husband." "My husband is a demon, and I never want to be with him again." "You can tell me who your husband is." Tessa tried to ask the woman, who looked dazed with a bandage on her head. "James Skywalker." Tessa was surprised to hear that name. There was not only one James in the world, but the name James Skywalker was probably the same person as the James who hired her services. Then who was this woman in front of her? Wasn't James' wife Natasha

" Wait!! Well... She is my... Wife. " " WHAT ???? Are you mad?? " " No, but getting there very soon. " " Mohit, I am not in the mood for riddles." " She is Srusti Mohit Paul. My wife already." " How?? When did you get married ?? Why didn't you tell us?? Manu is your best friend, you didn't even tell her. "

"I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to be Mrs. Mitaka." "Get lost if you know." I sneered. "Okay, okay." After he finished speaking, he pulled the man sitting next to me and quickly ran away. Mrs. Mitaka. What a sweet and heart wrenching appellation. The saddest thing was that the one I truly wanted to marry, and the one I am about to get married with, their surname were all Mitaka. Dave's wife would be called Mrs. Mitaka. Oogway's wife would also be Mrs. Mitaka

“Don’t lay your hand on her again, little sister. Do you hear me? Narra is my wife, and I will handle my marriage with her the way I want.” “I see,” she scoffed. “If she doesn’t raise our parents from the dead, she will join them,” she huffed before she walked away.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

Sydney, Australia. The city glittered beneath the evening sky. Inside a modern apartment overlooking the harbor, Stephen Wao stared at his phone. It had rung seventeen times in the last three hours. Colleagues. Relatives. Former friends. Even people he hadn't spoken to in years. The latest message flashed across the screen. IS IT TRUE YOUR WIFE IS CONNECTED TO THE NAKURU CASE? Stephen closed his eyes. Slowly. Painfully. For twenty-six years, he and Mercy had lived with secrets.

"That you're not confident in your mate bond and love?" Her eyes darkened, and she looked like she would explode. "Y-You, how dare you! Ronan will never choose you. You don't belong here!" "Then be happy with that information. I'm only his human wife. The woman he is expected to sit beside in official gatherings, and the woman his people recognize as their Luna." I put a hand on my chest and wore my pity face. "You think you won, huh?" she growled, fuming.

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

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.