President Wife Is A Man Novels & Stories

Jacob asked, coming over to sit beside her. "Whose painting is this?" she asked, pointing to the portrait. Jacob looked at her, his expression softening. "It's my late wife's," he said quietly. Katara felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She had known that Jacob had been married before, but she had never heard him talk about it. "I'm sorry," she said softly. Jacob shrugged. "It's okay. She was a wonderful woman, and I loved her very much. But that was a long time ago."

“No. He’s here. Same city. Same air. Just… untouchable.” Untouchable… huh? I leaned back in my chair, irritation prickling. “Then why the hell can’t you get to him?” Another pause. “Because there’s something else you need to know.” His tone shifted, like he wasn’t sure if he should even say it. “What?” He exhaled slowly. “Word is… the President’s sister is pregnant.” For a moment, my mind stalled. “…Pregnant?” Lena is pregnant, she doesn’t look it a week back.

"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?"

If I show him that this bothers me, he will continue to do it. Before entering Max’s room, I knock on the door. When I don’t get a response, I slowly open it and say, “Maxwell, you will need to get up or you will be late for work. I am making breakfast for you and your friend. Here are her clothes.” I drop the clothes just inside the door. Maxwell groans, and the woman asks, “Who is that?” Max is quick to respond, “That’s my wife. I would introduce you, but I forgot your name.” The woman leaves in a huff.

I said and paused for a while, “you are going to be killed by—” “I don't think a wolf should be allowed to pass judgment on a minister of venta, do you honey?” the infamous human president said as he walked in hand in hand with his dear wife who looked like a bimbo in her sluttish gown and blonde hair accompanied with heavy makeup. “Neither do I honey, after all, he's but a human,” his wife replied in a very high-pitched tone. “Well then,” President Malcom Said, then looked up at me and started walking further into the room while everyone just watched and anticipated what was going to happen next.

He decided to claim the rights with his wife. Carina felt the man on top of her holding every muscle in his body tight. She was so absorbed in their argument that she forgot he was pinning her to the carpet. She opened her mouth to make a clever remark about the shackles, then stopped. Meet his eyes. And her breath came out.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

That's the things that affected me and made me feel like maybe this man would be different. He stood there with his plump wife besides him as they both grinned at Daddy and I. "Mr Aebischer," the president spoke. It was so strange to see a man I always watched on TV in front of me, "I'm glad you could make it," he said as they both shook hands and I waited patiently to be introduced, watching as Daddy shook the first lady's hand and kissed her cheek. "President Modise, and first lady Modise," he paused as he smiled and pulled me closer to him, "this is my future wife, Celeste Khoza."

Let them stare and know that I belong to this woman as she belongs to me, she isn't my girlfriend anymore but my wife which means she is my other half, she's worth more than all my wealth together. "I'm sure they wouldn't dare utter a single word or even think I care about their stupid thoughts, I mean when have I either way, I have my beautiful wife present here and I want to show her just how much I love, I will do that infront of the president if I want to, I don't give a flying fuck," I concluded which basically was the truth. I just didn't care at all.

Never in my entire life did I get jealous. Jealousy?! For god's sake! President Gunford just smiled as he threw a look at the woman beside the door. "I'm sorry to take some of the moment you should have been spending with your wife. What a disturbing old man I am." "No. It's okay---" I entered. "No, it's not," the President stopped then he stared at me. "You and your wife helped me enough. Pardon this old man for insensitivity. Go on... go home with your wife," he said.