Sinbad Wife Novels & Stories

Clint was still waiting outside by the car, calm and composed. “Clint,” I snapped as the doors closed behind me, “do you have any idea if my wife has gotten home?” I couldn’t tell even him that the woman who was currently parading around as my wife was her twin sister. I trusted Clint with my life but this was something I wasn’t willing to share. Not yet at least. He didn’t miss a beat. “Adam informed me that your wife is in Vermont, sir. She was asked to be driven then.”

Rasheed and a woman he held closely approached them. "Dr. Robins, it's wonderful to finally meet you in person!" "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Dr. Rasheed," Dr. Robins replied. "I had the opportunity to meet your delightful assistant earlier. Sandra, it's great to see you again. You look amazing!" Dr. Rasheed said. "Thank you, sir," Sandra replied, blushing slightly. “So this is my wife here” he said, clutching his wife dearly. Dr. Robins didn't need a second look at Dr. Rasheed's wife to recognize her

I explained part of the story. "I knew it! I always told you she was a snake! A spoiled daddy's girl with no sense and completely shallow. But no, you defended her, saying she was a good person. Well, that good person is going to screw you over, man!" Patrick was outraged, and rightfully so - he had always warned me about Sabrina, but I never listened. "Yeah, and now she's shown up claiming she wants her place as my wife and threatening to tell Manu everything. Do you guys have any idea what will happen when Manu finds out I am married?" I lowered my head onto my arms on the table.

He was closed, unreachable at a human level, and nothing would ever change it. Loneliness settled over Sabrina like a shroud of horrors. All their years Benedict had never, ever let her inside. She had been a picture to stand alongside him, a wife in title only, as he had continued to live out his chilly, distant life. The man standing before her now, the man who wouldn't even permit her to be his equal, his wife, wasn't the husband she'd wed. She had worked so hard to make him know she was there, for her to make him believe that she was more than an inside woman for his family; and it was all in vain.

Sabrina yells and her voice echos through both my phone and Carl’s. It’s almost like I can see the sound travel to Val’s ears. I watch as the sound enters his ear and settles in his brain. His eyes become wide as he recognizes the voice. “Did you say your Luna has a daughter named Sophie?” Val looks at me with narrowed eyes. “Yes, after my favorite aunt, “I lie. “Sabrina, Sedit’s late wife, always wanted to keep the letter S in everyone’s name. She had a dog named Sandy. Her brother was Solen,” Val is studying my face, but I don’t give anything away.

Sabrina had a wound on her shoulder, presumably the source of the blood he saw earlier. “It’s game over already. Say your goodbyes, Sabrina. You won’t see your husband again, and your child won’t be born,” Tanya taunted. Quietly and resolutely, Tyler approached from behind. He knew his wife had noticed him, but she kept her gaze locked on Tanya, her hands covering her belly.

Sabrina burst into my office screaming at the top of her lungs. "Sabrina, calm the fuck down, what happened? Did someone steal from me again or leak information to my enemy?" I rolled my eyes and closed my laptop, Sabrina was a tad dramatic sometimes. "No, it's worst. It's about Aurelia." All the hairs on my skin stood and I jumped to my feet. "What happened to Aurelia?" Sabrina burst into tears and I almost snapped her neck. I gripped her by the shoulders and shook her, " Sabrina, don't fucking play with me. What happened to my wife?"

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

Maybe he'd see how wrong tonight had been. He closed the door and turned to face me, his jaw tight. "Sabrina is dying." "Oh…" I didn’t know how to react. "Stage four cancer. Six months, maybe less." He ran his hand through his hair, and for the first time all evening, emotion cracked through his mask. "Her husband divorced her when he found out. Bastard left her alone." "That's... God, that's terrible." And it was. Despite everything, I wouldn't wish that on anyone.