Tara Strong Husband Novels & Stories

I was starting to feel like I might actually deserve to be loved. My phone rang on the dining table. “Mamá” flashed on the screen. I answered it while stepping out to the small balcony, the evening breeze tousling my hair. “Hi, Ma?” Her voice sounded hesitant, like she was catching her breath. “Tara, are you busy?” “No. Just got home. Why?” There was a short pause, then she said gently, “Tiara is getting married.” I froze. “...What?” “Reagan proposed last week. The wedding will be next month. At the De Russo family’s garden house, in Napa.”

Tara sighed and lay down on Carrie’s bed, lifting her hand to look at her engagement ring. “I’m getting married, but Agustin is still not here. I want Agustin to walk me down the aisle because our dad is no longer here,” Tara said sadly, looking at Carrie, who also looked sad. “Although I am grateful to have my biological father by my side, Agustin holds a special place in my heart. He’s still my brother,” Tara smiled. “It felt as if our dad was by my side as Agustin walked me down the aisle.” Tara looked up to stop herself from crying because she missed her brother even more. When Agustin disappeared without a trace, Tara left to continue her studies in France and thereafter, she had no new

And you'll repeat the action the following year, if the gods will it. if the fates are on your side. She doesn't care if I'm willing or not. I ignored what she said. "I am looking forward to seeing Tara and Clare and, at last, meeting their partners. I only know what I could gather from a few quick phone calls about them. While I was gone in the mortal world, my family wasn't allowed to hear from me, but my sisters and I have always broken the rules. Josh, Tara's husband, attended our school and now runs a social media business worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Ashton planned to be a partner at my father's company when he picked me as his future wife, and Clare's match, Julian, is one t

Aaron asked her conversationally as Owen left the room. “Yes,” she flushed under his scrutiny. “I haven’t sung with them before. Owen just sort of dragged me into it today.” “You were engaged to get married? You and Owen?” She flinched. “Yes.” “I am sorry about that,” he sighed. “I have been married twice myself. Not inclined to do it again. You think getting married is the hard part until you are married, and then you think being married is hard, until you are getting divorced, and then you realise the whole institution is just f-ked up, until you fall in love again,” he grinned, and she understood how it was that he had come to be married twice.

mom patted her shoulders, “calm down.” “Listen,” dad began, drawing all eyes to him where he had an expressionless look, “you know Dale will never dare not get married to you. If he stays with fifty other women, they'd just be his ‘other women'. None will be able to take the role you have in his life. Because no matter what happens, you'll be his wife. Only you.” Nora stared up, actually looking interested in those words. Like he'd said the smartest thing ever.

My husband took our six-year-old son to meet his first love, using him as a cover. At some point, he sent our son to buy burn cream. My sweet boy then encountered a lunatic who stabbed him to death. The pain in my heart was unbearable. When I saw the burn cream still in my son's hand, I broke down in tears. Then my husband called. Instead of any concern or remorse, he yelled at me, "Look at the son you've raised, Shayla Joy! He burned Claire and didn't even apologize. Get him back here right now!"

He ran to the railing and looked down to see me, his pregnant wife, lying motionless below, blood pooling around me. His eyes were bloodshot as he fumbled for his phone, dialing for help. But nothing could save us now. Both my life and our child's were gone. He collapsed at the side of the hospital bed where they had placed our bodies, weeping bitterly, only now truly feeling remorse. Daley had known all along that my heart belonged to Neal. But as long as Neal lived, he would never have a chance.

That was all her husband said and Bella left his room that night and she’s never been in his room since then. She wasn’t going to pine over some man when she’s being desired by tons. But she was lying, fooling herself because she kept desiring her husband. So who was Gabriel? Gabriel was a wealthy billionaire, sexiest amongst his ton but his flaws? They were so many that his wife, Bella, included the fact that he didn’t crave her sexually or touched her as one of his flaws, the worst of them.

I kept my voice low. "No matter what you say, I'm the one he's legally married to. You'll always be the other woman, and your son will grow up without a father." She opened her mouth to fire back, but her phone rang. She turned the screen toward me. The caller ID read, "Hubby." Then she tapped it on speaker mode. Miles's voice came through, easy and familiar. "Hey, honey, are you home yet? Hector says he's hungry." Phoebe glanced at me, slow and deliberate, then spoke into the phone.

After hanging up, Chloe leaned back on the sofa and continued to gush about her husband. "Jessica, I really have to brag about my husband. He's the best man I've ever met." She scrolled through her social media feed and showed it to me. "He always says I'm young and need to see the world, so he takes me on a trip every month." "Last month we went skiing in the Alps, and next month he's booked a helicopter to take us to see the Northern Lights."