Tagalog Kurt Wife Novels & Stories

Why did I say that? "Oh... That... Well, my secretary's name is Sammy. He is quite good at what he does, and my personal assistant... His name is Rob. He was my friend before he traveled abroad for personal business. You'll meet him in person soon," I was the happiest woman on earth at that moment. The thought of him taking his time to explain everything to me hits differently and gave me this feeling that he thought of me as his wife. I mean, that's how a responsible man would talk to his wife.

“What are you so worried about?” “Hey,” she said. “I’m not going to let anyone see this …” She motioned up and down her body. “… looking frumpy.” “Besides me.” “Well, you’re special,” she teased as she blew me a kiss. I laughed as I walked casually through our condo and opened the front door. Curt was waiting on the other side, dressed in a black suit with a gray shirt beneath. The flecks of gray in his black tie blended beautifully, setting off his deep blue eyes. “Curt! You look great! Please, come in. I’d like you to meet my roommate, Alanna Keel,” I said, gesturing toward her. “Alanna, this is Curt Davis.”

I shrugged, sliding into the car. “Was Bastet not letting you watch the movie?” Kurt feigned innocence with that goofy smile on his face. I laughed, shaking my head at him. “Well, she’s part of it. She did keep distracting me from the movie, suggesting I test my strength to rip that middle armrest out.” I sighed. “Our wolves are definitely mates because Godric was thinking the same thing.” Kurt winked. I laughed. This man is just too adorable. I wish I knew his secret to always being so happy. I know what his life has been like, yet he’s always smiling.

“Some say she's not actually your wife and you're not married. Others say she was married to two different men at the same time. There's also rumours you're being blackmailed into pretending to be her husband-” Curtis whose positive expressions had never gone past a small smile suddenly doubled over in laughter. I stiffened, a cold weight settling in my stomach . Had I gone too far? I thought his expressionless face was terrifying but his laughter was more unnerving, especially when I couldn't pinpoint a reason behind it.

"Dard' Hawthorne?" "yep, that one. and his wife. you remember his wife, Castila?." "she was old." "still alive. she was a real pupular mad woman in patriots. all sick depraved, ...depressed psychos of the world..all in that cult. only, the shirking fact is that in that cult, they are absolutely alright. nothing about thats wrong with them."

The only thought in his mind was that Mulan was responsible for KuLaa's problems. Because of him, I am going to lose her again! "MuLan?" Kurt whispered. When MuLan heard his name being called in that manner, his heart went cold. Kurt's voice was infused with magic and it was compelling MuLan. Being a powerful True Alpha himself, he tried to break the spell but he couldn't. His body shivered as his wolf submitted. "Why are you bent on ruining my life? Why don't you know when to stop? You actually dared to hand over my wife, Son, and grandkids to the house of Zotes for your freedom? You have guts."

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

Curtis squeaked, his little voice making the threat sound more like a plea than a warning. Renato, still with his back to me, snapped, "No! I'm not going anywhere until I see my wife!" I mentally face-palmed; seriously, dude? Curtis shot back, "I told you your wife is not here; you're in the wrong room!" He sounded stressed, but his scrunched-up face made him look like a tiny, cranky elf. Renato argued, "Your uncle is my wife, I'm not leaving until I see him."

‘Hey,” the one in the middle called. They were obviously from NLC. “Are you really….Mr.Kurt’s wife?” She asked and I bit my lips. Oh, gosh! Seriously? ‘Y….Yeah. Is there a problem?” I stuttered a little. “Oh, my gee!! She’s Mr. Kurt’s wife for real! Are you kidding me?” The other beamed. “I’m Summer,” the one in the middle said happily and brought out her hand for a handshake. I smiled and collected it.

He wrapped his arm around her as they walked upstairs. Margot pursed her lips, finding it a bit hard to believe. Curtis saw her doubtful expression and reached out to pinch her nose. "I'll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I'll only have Margot Stone as my wife for the rest of my life." Margo arrogantly lifted her chin and asked, "So, am I your first woman?" "Of course." Margot retorted, "I don't believe you." As they entered the room to change, Curtis asked her, "Why don't you believe me?"