Peanut Butter Gamer Wife Novels & Stories

Ava lets out a sigh as she looks at the mess running through half the house. “I just got this place clean,” she huffs, plopping down on the couch. “I have something that will make you feel better,” I say, pulling out one of the jars of peanut butter and handing it to her. A smile blooms on her face and she hurries past all the boxes to get a spoon from the kitchen. Ava walks back in, sucking on a mound of the brown sticky goop. As she licks the spoon clean, I can’t help but be jealous of the utensil.

“Because honestly, it’s super boring stuff. Think about numbers and spreadsheets and profit margins and that about sums it up.” It seemed that was about the best I was going to get out of him regarding his job and I didn’t feel comfortable enough to just right out and ask him. If I did, I’d have just straight up inquired how he made enough money to afford a house like this. Luckily, I wasn’t that much like my mother. “Fair enough,” I said. I changed the subject back to Bastian. “Who's Ava?” “Bastian's wife,” Gabe replied. “If you think he's broody and hard to get along with now, you should have seen him before he met her. She's practically turned him into Mr. Sunshine.”

I’m such a bad wife. . A. Gupta

I pinched myself in hopes that this was some sick game targeted at me but the more I stared at the video, the more real it became and the more I recognized who the male is in the coital affair. No! this is just an attack. Who ever this is knows I am the wife of billionaire, Andre Luster. This must be some AI shit. I threw my phone on the bed and walked into the shower. The water was too cold. I got out and went to get myself some food but it was too hot. Suddenly I was feeling too hot. I felt like some prisoner in my clothes. I walked around the house but I still was not satisfied. Finally I went for a swim. As I sat, trying to catch my breath, then the tears began to fall freely. This time

It was the only gift from Linux that wasn't sent away. Nathan hugged the cat while he ate a peanut and asked, "How's the company doing lately?" Rex drank a mouthful of wine and shoved some peanuts into his mouth. "Commander, the latest popular game now was made by our company. We're just waiting for you to endorse us!" Nathan took a look at his phone. "Oh.." He had been quite busy lately, but he had always been following his beloved wife's career. He knew she had gotten thinner from all those nights of staying up late to write game programs. He didn't understand what was so fun about the game, but everyone was playing it.

Noah said Natalia opened her mouth to answer but Noah beat her to it. “My wife enjoys cooking and singing to herself when she doesn’t have company. Not very much.” Piero noticed it all, but he decided to not say anything. Maybe he just felt that his wife was shy, or uncomfortable and was saving her the stress of answering herself. Even if that seemed very unlikely, he decided to go with that. “Do you read with your words often?” Piero asked and Noah scrunched up his face. “Of course I don’t read with my wife. I have my own things to do, and she stays on her own, sometimes with her friend, Gwendolyn.” Noah answered.

"Quinn, aren't you afraid your husband will lose it if he ever finds out the truth?" One of the women let out a sharp laugh. The tip of her cigarette glowed between her fingers, flaring in the dim hospital corridor. "Lose it? Please. He was born craving women. That night, I didn't even drug him, and he still managed to get what he wanted. He should be thanking me." Quinn Rowan exhaled lazily, voice thick with contempt. "He had his fun all night, and I got exactly what I needed. I'd say that makes us even."

"It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day. "She only quit that life after you took her in."

One of the more outspoken guests commented outright, "The Chapman Group will be ruined if an ingrate like Cindy were to take the reins. You have to protect the company, Mr. Jowett. We're all relying on you!" As soon as the words left his mouth, someone raised their phone and shouted furiously, "She'd rather be yachting with her lover than attend her father's funeral! She's the lowest of the low!" It turned out that Cindy had posted an intimate photo of herself and Harley kissing passionately on a yacht to social media. The photo was accompanied by the caption, "I'm willing to go against the world for you!" Both the photo and the caption stuck out like a sore thumb given the circumstances.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"