Shyne Wife Novels & Stories

"He's made quite a scene. I've called the police, but he keeps insisting he has a right to see her since she's still legally his wife." I looked over at Vale. He'd aged since the bar…his face was haggard, his clothes rumpled, and there was a wild desperation in his eyes that made him look unhinged. "I'll handle this," I said to John. "Keep the police on standby." I walked over to Vale, and he immediately jumped to his feet. "Goldwyn! Where is she? Where's my wife?" "Ms. Sheldon doesn't want to see you." "Ms. Sheldon?" Vale laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "That's not her name. She's Lynn Vale. My wife. And you have no right to keep her from me!"

Birthdays, arguments, and the sound of her mother singing softly while cooking dinner late at night. The memories followed her all the way to the front door. Eventually, Selena pushed it open and stepped inside. Voices drifted faintly from the living room. Then she saw them. Sophia lounged comfortably across the sofa wearing silk loungewear with designer heels dangling carelessly from one foot. Beside her sat her husband, Ethan Carter, one arm stretched lazily along the back of the couch while the other scrolled through messages on his phone. The sight twisted something sharp inside Selena’s chest.

His human wife was a native of Barrow but has been traveling with the Vampire Nest ever since. Wynn was eating a huge piece of steak with baked potatoes. Shysie rolled her eyes at the sight of her brother eating. Wynn looked up and gave her a big messy smile. “Jealous?” Wynn asks with a mouth full of food. Shysie stuck her tongue out at him.

a woman in her late 60s I guess, asserted. "This is my wife, Ivery Lycanster," Franco introduced, gazing largely at me. "Wow, what a beauty! It's true you're married, Mr Milestone," the woman enunciated and Franco nodded his head before he shifted his gaze from me to the woman. "Yes, I told you she went out of state now she's back. Can I sign the papers now?"

He was about to spell out my options, but the clock kept ticking in agonizing slowness that it felt as if it was going backwards. "Get. To. The. Point. Todd." Seven hours ago, I had whisked Stephanie off our private jet. Our friends had been over to throw a surprise welcome home drinks. I couldn't have been happier. My beautiful, strong, talented wife. The love of my life was mine forever, to be by my side. Only to be ripped away from me like the fucking tide. Twelve hours ago, she was in my arms—begging for more. For me. Now I couldn't do anything... just wait. I swore to protect her, and I hadn't even managed a month of us being married to look after her.

His chiseled chest and deeply carved abs get my attention but I steal my gaze, looking anywhere but at him. “Don't you have shame that you come out anytime in your glory?" I mutter, walking to the vanity and doing some makeup. "Or every time you forget that now you have a wife, too?" "My memory is quite fine, I doubt yours. You should get acquainted with it." Nonsense! "And as you said, now you're my wife. I can come anytime half naked in front of you and if you have any problem, then you can shut your eyes. Who's stopping you?"

“That woman is the reason your dad isn’t here with us!” “Enough!” I yell standing. I pull Ellie to me, “Our marriage isn’t a sham. I love this woman in a way I have never loved anyone. She would’ve stayed in the burn unit with me. If they didn’t let her, she’d sleep in the lobby. Ellie is my wife and I asked her to marry me. We renewed our vows on the beach for our anniversary. I’m thankful for everything that happened because it led me to meeting my wife. I didn’t remember ever being so happy as I am with her. You do not get to talk about her as if she’s the other woman! You cheated!” I tell her. “We are leaving,” I tell Ellie as I take her hand and pull her to the exit. “Maxwell! Julianna

Alexander moved even closer and held her waist bringing his mouth directly close to her ear. “A chance to keep your dads company name provoke me and I’ll buy it for the cheap price that is currently worth” The company workers have been getting inquiries from their friends and family about Alexander's wife, asking if they know who she is. Since the news about him has spread like wildfire, everyone is dying to know who the lucky woman to marry the billionaire is. Here’s a corrected version with minimal changes: One of the workers was passing by, saw the scene, and took a picture, happy that she had cracked the code on who Alexander Steele's wife is, and quickly shared it online. Before Charlot

And Shane looks like a starving man eyeing a five-course meal. I walk over. “Hey, Shane. Thanks for coming.” “No problem, Knox,” he says. “This is my wife, Isla.” I shake her hand. “Nice to meet you.” She’s got an attitude stretched across her face, like she was dragged here. Then I spot two more familiar faces. “Is that Sade and Adamo?” Shane laughs. “Yeah, they came. I told Sienna they might show up. They look really happy.” “Yeah… they do,” I say. “Is she pregnant again?”