Rambut Gerah Demi Suami Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---

Habang lumilipas ang oras at nakatingin sa kawalan, madaming pumapasok sa isip niya. Bakit hanggang ngayon masakit pa rin? Bakit kahit paulit-ulit niyang sinasabi sa sarili niya na nasa mabuting estado na ng buhah si Sandra, hindi pa rin niya matanggap na imbes na siya ang dapat magparamas niyon sa kaniya ay iba ang gumagawa? The duty of a child. He fail. The duty of a husband. He fail.

"Iblis Jabril, I loved you for so long. I accompanied you for so many years. I accept you don't love me. But did my devotion mean nothing? In the end, you couldn't even tolerate my one mistake. Tell me, you cut off my finger in front of this whore, while placing her on your throne in front of me. Is her cunt so good, you trampled on your wife's self respect?" "Hehe. Actually, it is. After all, compared to a cunt offered to me on a silver platter with a dowry of Hundred Pearls of Light, a cunt I purchased for a million dollars is more expensive in value." Nymrit's face turned pale. She stared at the man she called husband in disbelief, not able to believe her ears. "You...are you associating

said Mas Suma while wiping my tears with his handkerchief. "Yes, Rani has been pregnant for four months. That's why she is fat. The spoils are starting to get extraordinary," explained Mas Suma while stroking my hair gently. "Oh, congratulations," said Mas Bram. At first glance there was a sharp gaze and a hardened jaw on Mas Bram. There is a sense of guilt in this heart, seeing the glow in his eyes as before. Since dating, he really doesn't like me being close to other men, even if it's just a friend or a chance meeting on the street.

my father said, going everywhere but the point. “So what do you want me to do?” I asked, dreading the response that I was going to get. My father looked at me like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world and I was an idiot for not being able to read it out of his mind. “This isn't your home anymore, return back to your husband and sort things out with him, if not then just get the hell out of our house!”

At first,I thought I had gone blind but within a few seconds, I could see again. I struggled to let loose and my wrists started hurting, but I couldn't break free.Without saying anything,he put his hand against my skin, I closed my eyes, and started crying, this is not what I bargain for, how could my husband treat me this way? I remained silent, neither resisting nor responding.

“Oh my God, Dad, you’re so right. The bitch doesn’t even know the kind of hell she’s getting herself into. I bet once she realizes who she’s marrying, she would curse herself to death.” “Exactly!” Isabella chimed with another laugh. “Once she realizes her groom is none other than that ugly, crippled son of the Garret family, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself.” “Serves her right, though,” Sophia snarled. “She struts around like she’s better than everyone else. Better than me? Please. She’s not even competent enough to scrub my feet without messing it up!”

“You know what? If there were an award for being a fool and a martyr wife, you’d probably be one of the nominees.” I laughed softly at what she said and shook my head. “I hate you,” I said, pouting once again. Gemma grinned. “But my husband loves me.” I pouted even more. “You really are a good friend, aren’t you?” I said sarcastically. “Instead of cheering me up, you’re just bringing me down. So much for being a best friend.” Gemma laughed out loud. “I’m just telling the truth. My husband really loves me.”

***** "I was not aware of it," Richard said to his grandma, glancing at Ana. He would not mind if she showed her distaste or rage, but what was worse than anything was the stillness she was exhibiting. As Richard remained in this stillness longer, he could feel a sharp knife repeatedly piercing his heart. "Your mom and the family came second," his grandmother's voice quivered with anger, "but it was you who didn't stand with her when the marriage took place. It was supposed to be a bride and groom. She was just a little girl back then."

Needed to empty his rage so he could sleep. He yanked my leg down. Flipped me onto my stomach. My face shoved into the pillow. Ass up. My knees shoved wide. He mounted me from behind. One hand fisted my hair. Pulled my head back, arching me real bad. Other hand cracked across my ass—hard. My skin bloomed hot with each smack. Then he slammed back in. Deeper this time. His balls slapped my clit with every thrust. Wet, and heavy.