Romance Of Husband And Wife Novels & Stories

smiled sweetly at him. She was crying, her eyes were clearly visible even though her face was covered with a veil. “Scarlet Hart Berkshire, I love you so much. I promise to laugh with you, cry with you and grow old with you. I will cherish and love you, support your dreams and respect our differences. I will be by your sides through ups and downs. We do have a lot of trials encountered before but I promise that I will always be by your side. I will give everything to you, take this ring as my heart and soul. Let this ring be the witness that I am yours and I chose to be with you forever, until death do us part. I love you so much.” I heard Scarlet sobbing so I immediately wiped her cheek wi

"Do you Isadora, take Rafael to be your husband. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer for sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part? "I do." I smiled. "Do you Rafael, take Isadora to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part "I do." He smiled. "Please exchange the rings." I took Rafael's hand and slid the ring onto his finger, kissing his knuckles. He took my hand and did the same. "Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel n

We are respected and love by the public and we never took that love and respect for granted. This is the story of my wife and i , My sister and the man she would later married in two weeks time and the story of Romance, love triangle filled with mysteries and suspense. The story of JACK and JILL. THE END

the priest said, stepping back slightly. I took a deep breath and began, "I, Maya Hartwell, take you, Roman Volkov, to be my husband. To stand by you, to grow with you, to love you through every shadow and every light. You are my peace and my storm, and I choose you now and always." Roman's eyes softened, a rare flicker of emotion breaking through his usual hard expression.

Mari's whole body ached the next day. With every movement she made, she felt the pain in her whole body, especially in the middle of her thighs. That's what it's called, she's no longer a virgin, her husband has taken her most cherished honor. She's surrendered everything to her husband, which is very happy because they're now married, so there's no problem. But something was bothering Mari's mind, as if she was missing what she and Andrei did last night. What she expected to be a hot fight in bed ended up being a very careful romance between her and Andrei. Even their sex was very careful, without the excitement that would have been sexual. Mari shook her head and something else was going t

Together we watch as my husband approaches us, takes my suitcases, and carries them upstairs. "Please tell me you rode his dick all night?" "What?" Elena looks offended "You didn't let him pop your cherry? He's your husband now. You're allowed to have sex with him" "Are you serious? Elena, I don't even know him" "Having sex is one way of getting to know each other" she sighs "If I ended up with a husband as hot as yours, I will spend an entire night thanking God. He's so much better than Romeo"

Perhaps I need a check-up. "Go ahead," he replied, leaving me dumbstruck. "What?" "I see nothing wrong in a husband holding his wife by the waist. It's called romance," he added. I scoffed loudly. Was this really coming from the same person who had been grumpy and rude for the past two days? Did that near-death experience mess with his brain? "What nonsense are you spouting?" "R-O-M-A-N-C-E. Romance," he drawled. Before I could react, he flipped us over in one swift motion. I found myself pinned beneath him, my eyes widening, my lips parting in shock, but no words came out.

“Take your things and get the hell out of my house. Now. My wife is asleep down the hall. I won’t let her wake up to this circus and get the wrong impression.” Clara smirked, refusing to budge. “Your wife? You mean the one who sleeps in a separate room?” She stepped closer, her voice sweetly poisonous. “Tell me, Roman, what kind of marriage is that? A scandalous one, from what I hear. You married her the night after her wedding fell apart. Everyone knows. Was it revenge? Lust?” Her eyes glittered with malice. “Because don’t lie to yourself—there’s no love in that marriage.” The words sliced deep, but I didn’t let her see it. I stepped forward, grabbed her arm—not gently—and pulled her toward

"Shall we go inside?" She gives me a sidelong glance before nodding. "You've come a long way. You'd better keep it that way." She sighs. "Now if only you could choose someone decent..." I ignore her words as I walk inside with her. She's never liked Kass, but that doesn't matter to me. In the end, who I marry is my choice, and I love my Kassandra Thorn more than anything in the world.

Red pouted over to his wife. Maryan fisted her hands on her hips and glared playfully back at her husband. “Maybe it was because you were feeling up another woman.” Appalled that she would suggest something like that Red held his hand over his heart. “I was just being the gallant knight that you’ve always wanted me to be by saving a damsel in distress.” Maryan’s smile broke through as she took a step closer to her husband. She lifted her pale slim hand up to his cheek and moved bits of hair away from his brow. Her dark brown eyes were heated with adoration.