Spoil My Sweet Widow Novels & Stories

THE SURPRISE PARTY The drive to the Nightwalker mansion was quite a long one. Both women were still asleep but the men were awake and discussing. "Sir, do you remember the block close to the office?" James asked the young alpha. "Sure, the one that the widow lives with her two beautiful daughters" Steve responded. "Very correct sir, it has been sold and the funny thing is that.... the widow bought it" James said. "How.....did she do it? that's a very big house" Steve screamed. "Well, I heard she won a jackpot that transformed her into a millionaire" James added again.

The dark, desperate craving that had been consuming me from the inside out was finally silenced. Raymond stayed behind me for a moment, his forehead resting against my back, while Richard reached for a glass of champagne, his hand steady as he poured a drop onto my skin and licked it off. I closed my eyes, listening to the waves against the hull, savoring the sticky, heavy warmth of their combined release. I was no longer the hollow shell of a woman I had been. The Widow’s Hunger had finally been satisfied. The celebration had only just begun.

His eyes were red and only configured a blurred image to the receptors. “Maybe it’s still nighttime.” Mark slater comforted himself. The door closes back. “Why do you leave me alone, wretched on a table? I still need you! Maybe offer me a woman’s sweet second chance.” Mark Slater felt as if he had lost the most precious thing he ever won. The hurtful feeling tormented his heart. The woman’s sweet poison had anchored and spread through his veins. The love poison. He nearly wept.

"Jonathan? Are you serious? Are you Giselle's follower or that cheating jerk's? Why are you helping him? Are you a spy?" "You misunderstood me. I mean, we could act as spies and pretend to be on Jonathan's side. He'll tell us the wedding date by then, and we'll inform Giselle and Chester." "That's genius! You've mastered the art of double-crossing." "What are we waiting for? Let's do it!" "Everyone, flood the chat! Push those comments up so that Jonathan never sees the plan!" "That's right! Spam it!" … Everyone in the chat suddenly united. Not only did the comments scroll by twice as fast, but the gift count also spiked.

I fed him stronger potions that controlled him and stirred him away from his wife. One night after lovemaking, he let it slip that he was tied to his brothers even in death, if one died they all died, and even their mates would go with them and I smiled. No one knew they could be killed and all it took was for one to go down, "Not that powerful after all, I thought," I worked double time to come up with the potion that would kill them and keep their power preserved for my usage. The poison I named, 'The Widow's Bite,' and it was effective, it killed them in the worst way possible. I wanted them to die slowly and leave Rusev for last, I wanted him to be helpless as he felt his family die arou

His breath made my skin crawl. “I wired the transfer already. Where's she?” My voice came out raw, but my heart was beating very fast. I was scared. “Good girl.” He smiled cunningly, then gave out a whistle. I looked over to see James coming out, then to my biggest motherfucking surprise… “Hey, step-sis!” Mandy walked out majestically, laughing hysterically. I clenched my fists, stuttering in confusion. “What? This was a prank?” I questioned in disbelief.

With him, I lost my color. (Widows are supposed to wear only white and do not celebrate any festival and no sweets, in an olden era or in conservative homes which are rare at present.) I have nothing with me yet she was the one to get pitied. I don't care if their love is pure when I am being unjustified. I hate it. I lost my dance for what? To be some replacement? On the next day while I was working in the kitchen she came in to take water and I took the opportunity to ask her.

They both called out at the same time before bursting out in loud laughter. Arya was shocked at how no one had come for her. Maybe they didn't even bother. At that thought, Arya’s previously uplifted mood turned sour. “Hey, what actually happened to you? I can tell you're in a wedding dress and this is not how a bride-to-be is supposed to act.” Adam said. “It's nothing much. Just some wedding crasher, I guess I was the home wrecker in the relationship.” Arya said bitterly with a sad laugh at the end.

15. Soraya 🍒 They say the best revenge is slow and sweet I totally agree with whoever said that if that weren't the case I wouldn't be here today to enjoy my straightforward mission which is to watch the newlywed reaction as they receive the bill for their lavish wedding that they both thought they could get away having using all my hard work, without an ounce of guilt or remorse, not on my watch the naive girl that was easily manipulate was dead the moment she found them fouling around in her bedroom, no more letting things go in the name of love.

I fell in love so hard I found it impossible to stand back up. We had our wedding in no time. Angelina made sure of it. "Don't lose this perfect man," she sang continously. Oh, what a big mistake! I trusted him so much that I switched the name on all the inheritance my father left me to his. Sean Keller on it all. It belonged to him as much as it belonged to me. Until a month after our wedding. He had come home drunk and reeking of another woman's scent. When I asked him about it, he hit me on the face and beat me until I lost my baby.