Petite Wife Novels & Stories

he drew in a sharp breath as he sat on his rolling chair and started tapping the pen on the table. The movement calmed his mind a little, "You will be my wife and once you are under my rule, once you have my surname with you, you will surrender to me like a slave to it's master. You will be welcomed into hell, the hell I will design just. For. You. Mrs. Knight!" He pulled out his phone and ordered his whore to come and release his frustration. It didn't take her much time, the girl was just a phone call away. Liam's eyes travelled through her silky body, she was wearing a pink babydoll.

he murmured, his voice filled with awe. Erica nodded, her gaze shifting between her husband and daughter, the two people who had given her life new meaning. “Yes, we have,” she whispered back, her heart full. As they finished breakfast, Erica knew that the love they shared—their family, the life they’d built together—was the truest victory they could ever achieve. And with Olivia’s joyful laughter filling the air, she felt a peace she had once only dreamed of.

Antonio growled. Not Anna. He and Anna were never on good terms. Anna was his hot tempered younger sister. At least when she was a baby she was very cute. Now she was just impossibly stubborn and vain. “Fine, I’ll think about getting a wife.” Nathan muttered, cutting the line. He clenched his teeth and exhaled deeply, he was about to open the car door when he heard a scream. Nathan turned back and noticed a young woman on the floor, covered in flour. She wore a pink knee length gown with a white apron on it.

Sebastian “So, how was she today?” I asked quietly. “How was my wife?” I could feel Smith shift in the front seat, turning slightly toward me. “Pretty, sir,” he replied. “As usual.” I nodded slowly and rested my elbow against the window. My fingers found their way to my lower lip, and I pinched it slightly, smiling to myself. She was probably the prettiest, alright. Rose had said it often enough, and never once changed her mind. Every single day, she reminded me that her “new mommy” was the prettiest in the whole wide world.

How annoying! "Yeah, I was also shocked. When I saw her I couldn't recognise her as his wife, she is not beautiful and she looks so insignificant with a petite figure, she is kinda short as well... I am sure that she is not from any influential family. Why did he marry her? What did he see in her?" Celeste looked at herself, checking herself from her shoulder to her feet. 'I am not beautiful? Though I have a petite figure, it's hourglass which you will have to work so hard on getting and my height? Is it my fault that your CEO is super tall?'

I had no idea my wife, Bella Ross, had a best friend who was so incredibly sexy. After boarding the plane, the three of us occupied seats in a single row. From the corner of my eye, I stole a glance up Celeste's skirt, looking at the narrow space between her juicy thighs. I was truly so tempted to pry her legs apart and bury myself deep inside her. Nonetheless, my wife was just sitting right next to me. I would never have the guts to do so. As I compared Celeste's figure to my wife's, they were basically worlds apart. Bella was dressed in a tacky shirt, and her chest was so flat that they offered zero tactile stimulation when I caressed them.

A small handwritten note had been added beneath the final clause. Her eyes narrowed. “This wasn't in the original contract.” Damien's expression changed. Sophia pointed at it. “What does this mean?” Damien looked at the note. For the first time since he had entered the café, his confidence disappeared. Sophia slowly read the words aloud. “The wife must never investigate the circumstances surrounding Richard Reed's downfall.” Her blood ran cold. She looked at Damien. “What does my father have to do with our marriage?” Damien said nothing but his silence made Sophia's heart began pounding.

I am a person who has met the small woman and the tall man in a kitchen of an apartment of a man the woman is going to marry on a Sunday afternoon, in the way that women meet the small women and the tall men in kitchens of apartments of men the women are going to marry on Sunday afternoons when the women are the kind of women who are going to marry the men the women meet the small women and the tall men of in the kitchens of the apartments of the men the women are going to marry. I am a person who is going to be a wife. I am a person who has a small bag from Boston. I am a person who is going to be a wife in the way that wives are wives when the wives are the kind of wives who are going to b

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Turned away like she had never been talking at all. "Little wife."I called her softly from behind.Her body stiffened. Slowly no, actually very slowly she turned around. Like a kitten caught stealing milk.Fear flashed across her face before she could hide it. I stepped closer.Too close.I leaned near her ear, my voice low ."Little wife," I whispered, "what were you talking about with that maid?" Her breathing hitched.I didn't really care about the answer.I already knew.She must have asked for help in how to cook.