Our Wives Under The Sea Novels & Stories

she whispered. “He’s in the sea.” The water towered higher. Shadows moved beneath it. And Morrow’s voice trembled for the first time. “He’s not attacking,” she said softly. “He’s waking up.” As the ocean rose like a wall ready to fall, Maria realized the fire was never the real danger… Something far older and far bigger had just opened its eyes beneath the waves.

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.

As nightfall approached, I anxiously fiddled with my dress, waiting for Marc to enter the room as he had promised. Earlier, there had been a heated argument among his wives, with Jade, the third wife, who claimed that she was told she would be the last. Blair, on the other hand, couldn't bear the thought of sharing her husband with another woman more beautiful than her and demanded that I be kicked out. Rona simply insisted that Marc sends me packing without offering a reason. As a maid led me to the bedroom, I already knew that my time here would not be easy. Never in my twenty years of existence did I imagine that I would end up marrying a man with three wives and becoming the fourth.

, he said with pure annoyance. Dia smacked his chest and detached herself feeling shy and embarrassed to be caught. Their bodies snaked around each other with their foreheads joined when they came and yelled behind them 'Bhai!!' "Sorry.. Bhai!! But you know how shameless and troublesome we are. So, you should have thought about it before letting us enter your island?", Sammy and Ariha said together. "Yeah.. yeah I know you all very well but this innocent and kind hearted wife of mine had no mercy on her poor husband and let you all in despite me denying", he said with a sad pout pulling Dia close to him again.

"Show me how the women of this island do it!" "Yes! Look at how your cock slides inside me, Jason! I'm milking you so hard! Ahhh! Ahhh!" she screamed, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as her pussy walls tightly squeezed my shaft with every thrust. Once in a while, between her wild bounces, my eyes darted across the burning bonfire to the neighboring platform. Through the flickering orange flames, I saw my wife. And that man who was hovering over Kess, his massive, dark body driving relentlessly into her. Her legs were pinned high against his shoulders, her bare body shaking violently with every single slam. The sight hit my brain like an electric shock.

She had probably thought that 10 years of marriage would at least keep me from being too ruthless. So, she had begun a series of clumsy performances. She had deliberately come to the entrance of my apartment building and, under the watchful eyes of security guards and neighbors, had dropped to her knees with a loud thud. She had cried hysterically, tears streaming down her face. "Felix! I’m sorry! Please forgive me! It was all Kyle’s fault! That bastard deceived me! He sweet-talked and seduced me! I didn’t know what came over me! For the sake of our 10 years of marriage, can you forgive me this once? Please don’t divorce me. We can go back to the way we were."

"It's a divorce. We're finally breaking our contract with the world." The 230,000-word journey was leaving the land behind. As the Vesper-01 dived into the silent, crushing weight of the sea, the "Sea-Wall Siege" ended and the Blue Silence began. We were headed for the heart of the ocean, to the one place where the ghosts of our fathers couldn't follow.

Better safe than sorry. “I think maybe we should move back closer to shore,” I say. Radar looks at me with a puzzled expression. “Why? What’s wrong?” “I’m not sure,” I say as we begin edging into shallower water. When the water is just half way up my shins, I realize what’s bothering me. The three women are moving steadily closer, but they don’t appear to be stroking with their arms at all. It’s as if they’re using some form of underwater propulsion. I don’t understand it, and nowadays, what you don’t understand can get you killed.

I clench my fists around the steering wheel. David and I have been married for almost eight years. He does not love me; I know that we got married because I was pregnant. I was eighteen, it was a drunken mistake. Who knew that everything they sold at the bar had alcohol in it. David was older than me and took responsibility as he put it at the time. He was thirty at the time. He told me he would be there for me and our baby, he was already in the navy at the time. Now he is a Navy seal and is deployed for years on end to months on end. He provides and loves his daughter; I cannot fault him for that.

Remy (soft, deadly serious): “Whatever’s waiting down there… we face it married or not married, alive or legend. But I’d rather do it wearing your yes.” I lean my forehead against his. Celeste: “Then let’s go steal a crown and come back up husband and wife.” The submarine shudders. The drowned capital opens its gates. And the Black Sea parts for its queen and the coyote who finally put a ring on it. Here comes the wedding. Here comes the war. Here comes forever. We dive.