Polygamy Family Stories Novels & Stories

, I could see pain in her face. “ What happened?”, I asked “Well, we lived in a big pack at the Northern tribe, my family was feared and well respected. I had three brothers and I was the only girl, so you can imagine how pampered I was by my bothers. My siblings and I weren’t of the same mother, my father had refused to marry again after his first love dead one year after they got married. So he got children from any woman of his choice although his first wife gave birth before she died, she was the mother of the first male child but our father treated us equally.

"Do you expect us to allow you to live with multiple husbands and wives? Polygamy is illegal here in the USA." "No," Tom stated, "We will abide by all rules of these United States. Our family units do not intend to seek a way to violate your laws. I and my husband am thankful for the welcome we have received from your people. Our marriage means a lot to us. We did marry of our own free will, at our own discretion, and we do not represent the average Zen house or the Zen as a whole. Thank you for your time. James Yo, please contact our Communications when you are prepared to have our interview with your Science expert."

I ask, in as level a voice as I can manage. “Two marriages I’m afraid, thirteen children,” he says, not moving a muscle except to sway his hips. It wasn’t at all uncommon for demons to spread their seed, fairies all loved to make more in their image. I’d heard tales about a warlock in Greece who looked like a god and had over a hundred children with dozens of wives. “But no worries love, you would only care for our children, they all have mothers who handle their affairs and I do see them regularly,” he adds.

“The Abubakar family has a history of billionaires. This conversation is pointless. I have no time to educate you, make your own inquiries by yourself.” Mei sat there, shaking with fury. “Who cares about his status? I have a man I love now.” Musa paused and gave her a sly look. “Are you sure about that?” Mei flamed up. “What nonsense! You think I’d prefer him over my Robert? Khalid abandoned me with a child! Years passed before Robert came and revived my life.” Musa exhaled slowly. “Father was honest with you. He told you the truth about us. I was only two and my mother was strong enough to be open for a polygamous family. Take accountability, you shouldn’t have dated him if you don't want a

"You should've married her, yet she found a sugar daddy and enjoyed his care for three years. She also got knocked up, so she made up a story to refuse your proposal." The conviction in Cassius' eyes crumbled. "No, it can't be. We broke up because… because the family thinks she's not good enough for me! That she comes from a lowly background!" I forced a smile. "You know who her sugar daddy was? My dad." I unlocked my phone and scrolled through the files until I found that old video. Then, I played it for Cassius.

“People talk about how violent ghettos are, but don’t realize how scary it is around the wealthy. No one’s family gets as rich as the people I know, from being good Christians and loving the world.” “Really?” Her cheeks rose as she grinned. He immediately loved the way her whole face lit up with excitement. “Really. There’s a whole lot of rich people who are seriously corrupt individuals.” “Okay. Then prove it,” she said. “Tell me what’s the craziest gossip you’ve ever heard among the rich and twisted.” “You mean something crazier than two brothers playing mind games with women?” “Yes. Even wackier.” “I know a man who has four wives. And with each wife, he has kids with them. The worst part

He kissed my hand again. “I know I met you first, I was slower and younger then but I'm not anymore now. Stop treating me like a kid,” He said, resting my bruised my hand on his cheek as he held it tenderly. My blood staining his cheek. “But you're still a kid. You will forever be a kid to me. I'm too old for you and this — is forbidden. You are forbidden fruit I'm not allowed to crave for,” I uttered, softly. “You're not old for me. I'm now a man and not the boy that left USA twelve years ago. You can crave for a forbidden fruit too. Miriam —

I asked. "Have you found someone?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Answer the question, father. What if?" I did not want to give a yes or no response to the question. "Well, it is ok. So far she is of good character, your choice is my choice. What I will not support for you is polygamy. Although a lot of people practice it, it is extremely stressful and loveless in the long run. So make sure your first choice is your choice forever." He warned.

“We will work it out, Mira.” “Will we?” She wondered. “What is this exactly?” She asked the question hesitantly. It had lingered in the background since their night clubbing, but she had not dared to ask it, not wanting to hear the answer if it was not the one that she wanted to hear. “Have you ever heard of polyandry?” He asked, his tone quiet. “No,” she admitted. “It is when one woman and two or more men share a household,” he explained. “You might have heard of polygamists…”

It was Astrid's turn to share her story, and she began hesitantly, clearly burdened by her family's complex history. "My family's pretty complicated," she starts, her voice wavering. "I have five siblings, and I'm the eldest daughter from both my parents' sides. My dad had a son before he met my mom. My parents were planning to get married, but things fell apart, and my mom left without telling my dad she was pregnant.