Shera Seven Husband Novels & Stories

"Yeah. Her name was Selene. I'm still close with her brother, though. Try to be. He's married, and still in Morocco, but we Skype. His name is Asher." "What's he like? And his spouse?" Declan sat up and nibbled on a few pieces of fruit not yet covered in chocolate. Amara grinned. "Asher is great. Funny, smart, helpful. Turned out looking pretty good too." She laughed. "His husband's name is Jhonathan. He's adorable, kind of a dork but worth getting through the awkward for." She also loved that she didn't have to hide their marriage from Declan, not here in France. Laws and opinions were much more open than in Morocco. Besides, she'd seen pro-spectrum posts on his F******k, and tumblr. Once s

He was glad to survive for four days straight. “Well, you’re married to a mafia, so bear with it.” she chuckled while she does some stretching. “Can I just be a normal husband and do office words or maybe cook for you?” he whined as he asked but something suddenly flew his way that almost hit his forehead. Good thing, his reflexes were totally expanded which Verosha smirked at. “Nope, my husband should be promising and remarkable that never failed to fascinate me…” Verosha trailed off and grinned slyly at her husband who was glaring at what she just did. It almost hit him as if her reflexes were not good.

Elena had loved him. She had loved him enough to stay hidden for seven years. Enough to forgive Palermo. Enough to give him chance after chance before she finally signed. Surely that kind of love could not disappear all at once. Surely if he reached Zurich before Adrian had time to stand beside her too closely, before she learned to breathe without him, before the divorce began to feel real—

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is

It wasn't until dawn that the locked door was pushed open. My husband, Theodore Cloud, pulled me into his arms. As he leaned closer, a whiff of faint floral perfume drifted to my nose. "Izzy, I only ended up sleeping in her room because I really couldn't shake her off. But don't worry. No matter what happens between her and me, you will always be my one and only wife," Theodore said, as if explaining himself to me while trying to salvage his dignity.

She continued, "He called me earlier, but he didn't say a word after I answered the call. I have no clue what he was trying to do. He's not assertive and stammers whenever he talks. I couldn't be bothered to wait, so I just hung up on him." Despite knowing that Sarah didn't love me, her comments still made me feel incredibly heartbroken. We'd been married for years, yet she didn't seem to care about me at all. On the other hand, Gabriel had only been back for a month, and she'd already forgotten about how he'd abandoned her in the past. He'd managed to win her over without even trying. Gabriel's lips curved up into a small smirk. After receiving a satisfactory answer, his mood seemed to have

the bodyguard said, his tone stiff and formal. The commotion drew everyone working on the same floor to come and watch. "Oh my god! Isn't that the record-breaking porcelain bowl from Sotheby's last month? Mr. Rivera is going all out!" "He's really spoiling her! All of this just because his wife's upset? What a perfect man!" "Cecelia is so lucky! Mr. Rivera is handsome, rich, devoted, and romantic!" "I'm so jealous! If my husband cared even a tenth as much…"

“How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?” “That’s none of your business…” “Either way,” Arlington interrupted, his eyes never leaving me. “You’ve been married three years and no children. So, either you weren’t performing your husbandly duties or you have fertility issues. Three years is a long time without planting a seed, isn’t it?” “Remarkably long,” Adam chimed, shaking his head. “You two might think you know me, my relationship with Alice,” I stated, crossing my arms. “But you know nothing. That child is mine and nothing is going to stop me from being a father. Especially not my pathetic friend or my wife’s secret admirer.”

But before that, he walked to Asher's side and whispered to his ear in a low voice. "Man I'm happy for you that you have found your woman, but don't forget she already has a son who we met a while ago..." Chris said. Asher body immediately stiffened and tense. He had forgotten about that matter. Indeed Kiara has a child. He really felt like crying and started thinking different scenarios." Was Kiara married? Does she have a boyfriend? Or maybe a husband? She might, after all it has been seven years. Maybe Casey is the fruit of her lover..." Asher felt like dying when he started thinking all these things.

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."