Odyssey Sims Husband Novels & Stories

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

"Gladyce, you have to pay attention to your behavior, whether you are willing or not! You are my wife! You are the legal representative of this country!" "Let go!" Gladyce struggled. "You're hurting me!" Simon was overwhelmed by jealousy at this moment. She didn't hear what she said at all. "I can only let you make trouble now, but when the mission is over, you must go back with me! Please take this position. Since you have taken it, you must take it to the end!" "You..." Gladyce was furious. "Bandits!" "Humph." Simon snorted. "Whatever you say, when you married me, I told you that in our Handerson Family, there are only zombies and no divorce!"

"Fuuuckk!" Slowly, I retract my fingers and fall to the rug, too exhausted to remain sitting. Though exhausted, I manage to look toward my dear husband. He looks out of sorts. His chest rises and falls in hard beats, almost as if he were having problems breathing. His hair sticks to his forehead in thick, dark clusters. And, oh my God, the way his dick holds his pants up—that definitely hurts. When his eyes finally leave the mold of my breasts and meet mine, his are glazed over, coated with raw desire.

"Leftover croissants, slightly burnt toast, and orange juice with extra pulp. All served by your ridiculously handsome husband." I took a bite of croissant. "I’ll take it." He climbed back in beside me, pulling the tray between us. "I was thinking we could just stay here all day, Not get dressed, not answer the door, not for the rest of the world." I reached for his hand. "Deal." We ate slowly, in no hurry. There was something so surreal about knowing this was our life now. That this man—messy hair, sleepy eyes, and all—was mine.

Juno demanded to know, ignoring Odalis. Gia raised an eyebrow. "And what do you care? You don't meddle in my business, I don't meddle in yours, okay?" "I'm your husband!" she exclaimed, eager for the intruder to know. Manú, who had been watching the exchange with curiosity, took a step back. "Husband?" Gía let out a sarcastic laugh. "Yes, he's my husband, we got married recently, and this is our honeymoon. And that's his lover." She said pointing at Odalis.

She was lying beside him and facing him—allowing Mikael to rub her bare back in the middle of their dark room. "Michael?" Claire looked at him disapprovingly. Mikael took a deep breath, "You said you don't want anyone else to pay for your fertility medication, so you plan to get work, right?" "Yes," Claire replied quickly. “First of all, I'm not anyone else. I'm your husband,” Mikael confirmed—stating their status with confidence, “and secondly, you want to have children and start a family.” Mikael stared at Claire for a moment before speaking again, “that will be my family, too, right? So, I don't count."

Simon had no choice but to listen helplessly and nod his head again and again, with an open mind. Hazel tried to explain, but Dr. Lynch firmly believed Simon was her husband, so she said no more. Joshua stood outside the doctor’s office with slightly sullen eyes. He arrived when Dr. Lynch scolded Simon. Husband and wife? Is Hazel really pregnant with Simon’s baby? When he saw Hazel didn’t deny it, Joshua’s eyes went cold, and his heart was full of jealousy. He took out his phone and sent a message. “Action.”

"I should have known, from the way that you look at me, that you wanted me." He laughed. "I've always wanted you, and I was patients. I have been patient." My diamond engagement ring and marriage band sparkled on my finger. "It's high time you take that off." "What are you saying, I am married." "Your husband is late." "He's still alive." He laughed. "I don't like to be reminded of people like your husband or your lover. Whether he's alive or not, it's not my business. Now, take it off or I'll do that by myself."

Simon said I stood in disbelief, Hawaii, I wanted to ask. "When you called me to come over, you expected me to leave my wife and Company to come party with you in Hawaii, Simon it seems like you have forgotten we are not in college anymore, you are a married man with two kids, the third is on the way, don't you think it time to grow up," I said in anger. "Okay dude, I get it you are perfect, I just called to help me check on Caroline, I already called Caroline's sister Maddie, I just thought my best friend would be supportive" Simon chipped in

Simon jumped, breaking out of his thoughts and turning to look at the owner of the arm resting on his shoulder. "Done, bring your wife home. Or is it that you couples who are deeply in love want to be here to give this poor guy a salary? He scolded but received only a nonchalant push of his hand. Simon ignored his words and immediately went to the bed to examine her wound. Orla frowned, crossed her arms over her chest, and sighed. "Helped for nothing, not even a thank you. Even so, throwing people's hands up like that. There is indeed a wife and then there is another. Haiz. "