Petite Wife Novels & Stories

The way he took care of me without making me feel weak. Me: Bossy much?. Lucien: I'm your boss, and you like it. Now go eat before I come over there and feed you myself. Me: Promises, promises. Lucien: Careful, little one. I keep my promises. Little one. He’d started calling me that after the shooting range. Something about how small I looked in his arms, how my head barely reached his shoulder. It should have felt condescending. Instead, it made me feel cherished.

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"

How could a wh*re like her with no limits look like someone who is as timid as you? When the woman finished speaking, Elijah's low voice came from the invisible earpiece hidden inside Sally’s ear. "Pierre checked. "This woman's name is Faith Lou. She’s Director Wayne from Wayne Corporation’s wife. "She’s 41 years old, has no kids, and likes to gossip about other people. "But her husband has five or six mistresses outside their marriage which everyone knows about. Even Faith herself knows that, but in order to maintain her perfect image as Mrs. Wayne, she chooses to turn a blind eye.

“Abby, I want to talk to you about something. This is a serious thing.” Massimo finally said something, though it was not the answer his wife wanted. The one hundred and seventy-five centimeters tall woman had to nod, because she wanted to know what the other person would say. "First of all, I apologize if I no longer call you 'Wifey', because soon we will return to real life, according to our current agreement."

she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks." I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and swallowed nervously, "thank you," I said lowly. "And I'm Eloise," spoke up a gorgeous brunette with red stained lips, looking like a gorgeous actress from the 50's with the animated way that she talked, "Quentin's sixth, and despite what someone may say at this table, Quentin's favourite wife," she tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. She pointed to the lady besides her, "And this is, Caroline, the fifth wife, and Americ

Ryan immediately stopped him and grabbed him by his collar as he said to him, "Don't you dare to touch her. She is not yours. She is mine. She is my officially wedded wife." Jack started laughing and said to him mockingly as he brushed aside his hands and got himself free from his grip, " Well, I'm sorry to say that your officially wedded wife is my mistress." Everyone was dumbfounded hearing his ridiculous words as they looked at him with disgust. Nichole started crying and Ryan who had been holding back his anger till now lost his temper and threw a punch in his face and said to him in a fierce tone, " Dare you to say that again."

Imagine my surprise when he introduces me to his cute little wife. What hurt most was that she was nothing like me. she was short, tiny and a brunette. Nothing like me, I was only a head shorter than Andre, I was blonde dirty blonde but still blonde. I wasn’t in any way cute. I was busty. Nothing about me is cute.

At his blank look, I added, "Gia Capri? One of Quinn's friends? Worked on the newspaper with her? Was in our class? Graduated with us, like, three months ago?" He shook his head. "Name doesn't ring a bell. Is she hot?" I hesitated. "Uh, she's cute. Petite-" "Petite? What the hell does that mean? She's short?" "Well, she's ...petite. You know, yeah, a little short." Inspiration struck. "Like Mila Kunis." Matt perked up. "Nice tits?" "Mila Kunis? Uh-" He shook his head, impatience on his face. "No, idiot. This chick. Quinnst-Quinn's friend. Does she have nice tits?"

“The board thinks I’ve lost control of my household, and if I can’t manage a wife, they don’t think I can manage a merger. This pettiness of yours is costing us millions. Every minute you sit here playing the victim, another shareholder hits the sell button.” The word pettiness stings more than I expected. I stand up then, forcing him to take a half-step back so we are eye-to-eye. “I walked in on you with my mother, Mark. That isn't pettiness. That is a betrayal that ends a marriage. It isn't a PR crisis; it's the end of us.”

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.