Petite Wife Novels & Stories

Margaret entered without permission, closing the door behind her. "You're watching them?" Margaret walked to the window, looking down with a thin smile. "They look perfect together, don't they? Like the family they should be." Alina didn't answer, just stepped back from the window, keeping distance from Margaret. Margaret turned, looking at Alina with sharp eyes. "I came to remind you about something, Alina. About your position in this family." "I know my position," Alina said in a controlled voice though her heart was screaming. "Contract wife. Temporary."

His arm around Larissa's shoulder, holding her and his face so close to hers that it can only be explained with badness, and the latter looks at him with teary eyes and a smile as transparent and gentle as hers. She pushed the door behind her violently to get her attention and stood in front of him waiting for the attention of her husband, who quickly rose from his chair and faced the door where his little, gentle and meek wife was standing with a face red as a strawberry, small eyes from their rage, and a mouth twisted from the intensity of pressure on him not to utter a vice, ah!! His small wife, and her great deed, parallel to a giant, far exceeds his size.

But for the first time since their marriage began, she hadn't felt like a stranger sharing his house. She had felt... chosen. Carefully, she slipped out of bed, making sure she didn't wake him. She paused at the bedroom door and looked back one last time. "Sleep a little longer," she whispered. Then she quietly left. *** The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee twenty minutes later. Jessica wasn't much of a cook, but she knew enough to prepare breakfast. Eggs. Toast. Fresh fruit. Nothing fancy. Just normal. Something married couples did.She found herself smiling again. Maybe this could be a new beginning.

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."

"No! I have never been in love with my wife because you are just my... MISTRESS. Yes Jane, my legal wife is Kate, for business, paper and all around purposes. This is what I wanted to tell you earlier, but was interrupted by my mother. But right now, you already know. All these years, you believed on your own as Jane or Jenny, that you were my legal wife, but all of our papers were fake. It includes the divorce papers also. All of that was just a company plan, and Kate knew that. She was my accomplice in my plan to produce heirs to our vast wealth, because she couldn't give it to me as a wife. We never tried any process like in vitro-fertilization to make a baby because her cells were not ac

"Hmm… Sure. Let's see, in chronological order. My first wife's name is Selena, you already met her, of course, and she is a magical researcher. My second wife's name is Serafall, and she is in charge of Foreign Affairs in her country of origin. My third wife's name is Calypso, she is Greek and has a company that cultivates rare plants. My fourth wife's name is Joan, she is French and takes care of the security of our family business. My fifth wife's name is Leona, she is Italian and is a polymath researcher. My sixth wife's name is Musashi, she is Japanese and helps Joan with the security of our family business. And my seventh wife's name is Ching, she is Chinese and has a transport company.

She wouldn't cower because of this woman anymore. 'Actually, Barbara, I don't know what you are talking about. If you have anything you think you know, just say it instead of asking me ridiculous questions' 'How dare you speak to me in that manner and don't you ever mention my name, you swine.' 'You'll prefer I rather snap my fingers or something? Maybe blow a whistle?' Wendy asked. Why did she have to act small for a woman who Louis couldn't even date in public. Afterall, contract marriage or not, she was the real wife. The one the public knew. Barbara was only a bitter secret mistress.

I went down to her waist after she made me so hot with rubbing. I pulled off her saree and removed it.She was wearing a silky red petticot.I pulled the knot with my teeth.I pulled it too.Although my lovely wife was very slim but was having a wonderful ass, being it well fitted I had to pull petticoat to take it off……………………. And there was my door to heaven.She was wearing red panties and I was complementing her fair skin very well.I couldn’t wait any more.I went down holding her slim waist and kissed on her pussy over the panty.

I grab her hand and shove the sleeves up her elbow, catching the look of guilt of being caught red handed. “The only way out is you keep your end of the bargain, Mia Moglie.” I upturn the untouched wineglass on her forearm and rub her silky soft skin where she's drawn my estate- exits and position of my guards. I lean closer, “ Try to be naughty again and see how I punish you.” **** *Mia Moglie - My wife *piccolo gatto selvatico- Little wild cat

If you don't graduate from college, those in his social circles might make fun of you. Paige tilted her chin slightly. She said confidently, "I am Chris's wife. Who dares to say anything about me?" Lisa and Millie were momentarily silenced. Was being Chris's wife really that impressive? Oh, right. Being Chris's wife was indeed remarkable, but the credit goes to Chris, not Paige. She's extraordinary because she's Chris's wife. Without Chris, she's nothing.