Shared Wives Stories Novels & Stories

My Elder Sister, Davi got married Three years ago to Sir Thomas a Hunter who had Three wives, well she is a little lucky as she only has three women before her, she'll be the fourth Wife and might be able to blend in soon enough unlike me who is to get married to a 50-year-old man with Five wife and Twenty Children. I am pretty sure that I won't survive a week no matter how Strong I claim to be as those five wives are vicious, The was once a rumor that claimed that the five wives all belonged to the same Secret Club so they were friends with one another so they don't want another woman to come into their midst and that other woman who had tried to lose their lives in the process. ' How would

"It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day. "She only quit that life after you took her in."

“I’m fine. Just a long week. Let me check your vitals.” While she checked the blood pressure, Mrs. Thompson continued talking to the older women. “You know, when I was young, my husband chased me for months. I kept saying no, but he was so persistent. One night we went to a party, I got a little tipsy on wine, and we kissed. Oh, that kiss… it changed everything. Nine months later I gave birth to triplets! Can you believe it?” Octavia laughed softly. “Triplets? That must have been a shock.”

During that time, Arthur told her stories of his family, about his father who passed away from a disease, and all the businesses he ran along with their profits, as if he were sharing his true self with the person known as his wife. ​

"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?"

Chapter 24 is complete. Enjoy :) ... "When I was a kid, I mean when both Vadim and me were a kid, our father once told us a story about his grandfathers who was also born a twin like both of us did. They were inseparable and basically share everything together. Their father even decides to build two throne and choose both to be Kings and they have no problems with that. There was no rivalry, no competition nor jealousy among them. It was fine because they were brothers, they love each other. Somewhere along the line, their will was tested when a woman came into their life and they find out that the woman was both of their mates. It's common but not for the royal family."

If one’s wife is having a problem, then they all act as if it’s their woman having an issue. They call each other’s women sisters, and apparently, the kids call everyone uncle or aunt. It sounds pretty neat, but had I not met them in the flesh, I might have thought there was some shady behind-the-scenes shit going on. It’s rare if ever, to hear about a close-knit community of people who came together for the same cause and get along so well when there’s no cultish bullshit going on.

His dead body was laid on the floor covered with a white sheet with people surrounding him and a woman over his chest as she wept like a woman who is sincerely in vain at his departure. While me. I sat out of all those people away from the body leaning back to the pillar with my legs cuddled to my chest, my hands around my legs as I looked at her with zero expression as the tear strains on my cheeks itched. I'm outcasted from his people while I'm his wife. I don't understand anything. I was married just yesterday and I became a widow today. And no one came to console me but strangely three women who are his mother, aunt, and sister were consoling that particular woman while I am staring at t

My wife, Whitney Shaw, is a copycat. Whatever her friends buy, she has to buy too. If they get new watches, she gets one. If they change cars, she changes hers too. Last year, her best friend started keeping a young lover, so Whitney quickly finds one of her own. "Claire and the others are all doing it," she says. "If I don't, it'll make me look like I'm doing worse than them." The day I'm rushed to the ER after a serious car accident, she's busy celebrating the 100-day anniversary of her relationship with her lover. "Claire's spending the day with hers, too. If I don't do the same, how embarrassing would that be?" I curl up in agony, begging Whitney to sign the consent form for my

"Have you ever read any scripts about a man who loves a woman but is also married to another woman?" Looking at Sonia's and Helena's stunned expressions, Caroline realized she seemed to have a problem and needed help. Fortunately, Sonia was very earnest and didn't think too much. Instead, after listening to Caroline's question, she started thinking about whether she had encountered a messed-up story like this. But she couldn't think of anything. However, the knowledgeable Helena was able to think of something. "Actually, situations like these are rare now, but they were very common in the past, especially in the 19th century."