Our Wives Under The Sea Novels & Stories

I strode to my apartment and the doors were opened. "Hello, Lucas！ Sam！Jane！" My voice echoed as I searched my apartment. "Where are they？"I whispered to myself and met a note on Lucas's bed. "Hi, Ava, I and the mermaids decided to go to the ocean when we found out about your marriage to a jinn. We don't need a leader who will lead us to our death. Don't think of searching for us, enjoy in your in-law's home. By Jane" I read out as tears rolled down my chin

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

The sea died under the cliffs. They had come out on the old coast road — perhaps eight hundred meters from the bridge. And right away, Mara felt it. Pulling in her chest. The bridge. There was Jonas. But there was also the second Mara. At the bottom of the beach, shapes moved through the water. People. Dozens. They ran slowly into the sea. Quiet. Like sleepwalkers. Lena stared down. “What the hell...” Eva answered tonlos: “She calls the mourning.”

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

"She’s... she’s too strong..." The yacht suddenly hit a massive, submerged object. The entire vessel groaned as the hull was ripped open. Water began to pour into the cabin, but it wasn't blue river water. It was thick, glowing violet liquid. "The Island isn't a place, Silas!" Julian’s voice boomed from a hidden speaker on the hull. "The Island is a laboratory under the sea! And you just steered the Template right into the intake valve!"

Her phone lit up again. I walked over. On the screen was a preview of WhatsApp notifications: James: [Your husband came today, I’m so scared. [Will he hurt our child? [When are you coming to see Noah? He says he misses his Mom.] The shower was silent.

A wave of humiliation surged through me. My wife was carrying another man's child, and I was supposed to be happy about it? What a cruel joke. Noticing my dissatisfaction, Tasha let go of Nick's hand and sat down beside me. Lowering her head, she gently stroked her belly. "Thomas, I know you mind this child, but you will always be my husband. That will never change." She tentatively reached for my hand, but I instinctively pulled away. Her best friend, Emily Grisham, couldn't stand it and rushed over.

After that we decided to go swimming and do some activities offered on the island. We went back to our room feeling exhausted. We just cuddle. We're too tired to do some other naughty things. We decided to watch a movie while cuddling. "I want to see you wife like that." Maru said. "What?" "Like the girl in that movie, get jealous and be possessive." “Weren’t you feel like your being choked?”

Mariana explained. “Does that mean I got into the book?” I wondered to myself. “What book?” she asked, then I looked at her. “Didn’t you see the book I’m holding?” I asked, and she shook her head. We went under the sea, and while swimming, I was amazed at the fish, dolphins, sharks, whales, and other types of fish that were under it. I have never seen fish and coral so clear and beautiful. I didn’t know how far we were until I saw the beautiful kingdom under the sea, and there I saw other mermaids with different colored tails.