Pretty Little Wife Novels & Stories

Sixteen thousand dollars, that’s what it cost, his wife had a whopping sim of sixteen thousand dollars spent on a dress and he couldn’t help but think it was worth it. “Snap out of it.” “You like your women whorish.” “She’s your brothers wife” “You would never touch a prude like her.” These were the words that wove through his mind as he moped at the woman standing in front of him. It didn’t matter if he despised her or not, Victoria Moretti was a strikingly beautiful woman.

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

His eyes glowed as he stared at me. He grabbed me gently, and his Adam's apple bobbed, “Bella Anderson, please be my contract wife.”

She looked exactly like a good wife. It turned out everything had been made up. Every business trip had been fake. Maybe guilt had gotten to her, so she had used an even more obvious cover, trying to make me feel loved while making herself look like a good wife. Every dish served at the reception was expensive, but none of it tasted like anything to me. When it was time to make the rounds for the toast, they came to our table. Sinead looked a little awkward, and so did the friends around her. Still, they all played along well enough. One of Sinead's timid friends almost called me by name, but Sinead stopped her in time.

Since most of the town had burned during the Civil War, a grand Victorian home that had somehow escaped the fire could be standing next to something built right after World War II. “It just was.” Beth shrugged, wondering if she should dig into it or not. He had a curious expression on his face, so she decided to give him a little more. “Some of the guys liked the shirt you picked out for me.” She pulled the hem out, surveying the top and then letting it drop, shaking her head. “Now, that’s not surprising.” She looked at him questioningly, but he was looking at the houses, like he had momentarily forgotten she was there—or couldn’t meet her eyes. “Tom said he didn’t realize little piggies had

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

Standing up, David turns to walk away, leaving her alone to gather her thoughts. Nora finds herself alone in the confines of her small bedroom, her gaze fixed upon the walls as her mind drifts into the memories of the Nashville brothers. Despite their undeniable handsomeness and the allure of their dreamlike qualities, she struggles to fully believe that she will soon be wedded to one of them. The stark contrast between their privileged upbringing as the wealthy children of David Nashville and her own humble origins as the daughter of a gardener weighs heavily on her.

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her. “Love you more!” Chisom blew her a kiss before leaving.

“I’m not your sweet little wife anymore. I’m a slut for black cock.” Kellan gripped her hips and drove into her, his cock disappearing inside her over and over. Marina threw her head back and screamed, bouncing faster, her pussy swallowing him whole. And I sat there, my face only inches away, forced to watch my wife give herself to them completely.

Noah says as he completely unzips her dress, causing the dress to move downwards, revealing a white shoulder. “And still,” He continues. “this house belongs to me. Nobody is going to walk on in and see us, and accuse us of indecent behavior. Stop being such a prude, Natalia.” Prude. The word registers itself in Natalia’s head. She had been called that earlier today by Wendy. Now Noah too. “I am not a prude, my attractive husband.” She says as she drags the waistband of his trousers and pulls him even closer to herself.