Naughty Wife Story Novels & Stories

Jena looked at her from head to toe again “Huh?” Nuella was confused “You look like someone whose strength was drained out, you look pale” Jena smiled Nuella coughed when she finally understood what she meant “If I’m so drained out right now it is the hand work of My Haywood” s Jena smiled “He is your husband now, so no need to be embarrassed” “It’s so I could get pregnant” Nuella murmured Jena heard what she said and sighed “I don’t think it’s only the reason, somewhere deep down in his heart he might have some likeness for you which made him choose you”

“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!”

I promise you it will be worth it. And for those of you wondering about Lucas... well, guess what? He will get his own story too. Here’s a little hint, it involves an age gap, and maybe even a little sugar-daddy energy?? But kidding aside, I can’t wait for you to see the man he becomes. So once again, thank you so much for reading The Unwanted Wife. Thank you for crying, hoping, and growing with my characters. Thank you for believing in Lara’s journey, for hating Lucas when he deserved it, and for softening when he finally broke.

Ava stayed in front of me protectively, ready to lunge if Zarina so much as blinked the wrong way. Zarina took a step closer, smiling cruelly. "You think throwing him a party will change anything? You think it’ll make him love you again? You're even more pathetic than I thought. You’re delusional, Anastasia. He’s already moved on." "Maybe," I said evenly. "Maybe he has. But I’m still his wife." Zarina flinched, just a little, the word wife hitting exactly where I intended it to. Her eyes flashed with fury, her hands clenching into fists. She stepped even closer, so close I could see the tremble of rage in her shoulders.

Maria brought out a book, but Trisha took it from her hand. "No aunt, I don't want that. Tell me a story without using this book. I want something new." "Okay" Maria started thinking for stories, then an idea came in. "There lived a beautiful couple in France. Everyone was so jealous of them because of how lovely they are. But one day someone did something bad and said it was the lady, the truth is that the lady didn't do anything. The husband misunderstood the lady, he drove her out of his house. But after that day, the lady found out she was pregnant, so she told the man about it when she saw him.... The man rejected the child. The lady didn't know what to do than to keep her lovely baby,

What a bl*ody fraud. * She had heard of his wife, the beautiful and sexy, much younger woman he kept away from this place as far as he could, jealously. Hila had researched and found out about the stormy way he had wed her. Hell, she even knew that the man had raped his wife the night before their marriage! But now, he had sired seven children from the very same woman. Hila shook her head in disbelief. That must be one very dumb woman, she thought as she began to pad her chest and her waist to match up to the unconscious woman at her feet.

“I’m reading the Wife of Bath’s tale.” His eyes opened a bit wider. “Ohhh, the horny chick.” I smiled tightly. “Yes. That was Chaucer’s original title for it. ‘The Horny Chick’s Tale.’” He arched one eyebrow. “Am I wrong?” Actually, no, he wasn’t. The Wife of Bath brags that she’s been married five times, all to guys with great chests and large, um… packages. At one point she speculates on how much her hoo-ha would get at auction. Hint: she thought it would break records.

The woman drank water and sighed once before answering, "Your... wife." The man was so confused, he did not believe what his woman had said to him. He pointed out all the dimensions in which he inculcated the case in his mind, even though Jane wasn't dead. Kate told him the whole story, shifting each real event into a fallacy. The statements appeared to be credible, but the man required confirmation because he had planned everything.

“Do you know what people will say? That her husband had to turn to another woman because she couldn’t give him a child.” “The public won’t focus on that first,” Solen said calmly. “They’ll pity Alessia.” Her faint smile returned. “She becomes the betrayed wife. The innocent one.” Her tone stayed almost analytical. “Adrian becomes the unfaithful husband. That woman becomes the mistress.” She tilted her head. “And Alessia gets sympathy.” “Tell me,” she added, “which version people will prefer.” Something shifted in Richard’s expression. Then his voice dropped. “You did this.”

“Huh? Tell me. What the hell do you call what he did? Taking another man’s wife as his. I mean, I didn’t do that. All I did was seize a few packs, and you all cast me out of everything.” He let out a loud laugh. “So what? You have no problem with a man taking another man’s wife, but you have a problem with me seizing a few packs.” “Oh, Kane, you should just shut the hell up. You sound embarrassing enough,” his wife said. He squinted his eyes, definitely still in shock at her new actions. “What did you just say?” “You hurt her, right. Shut the hell up and stop saying things you know nothing about,” another Luna jumped in.