Tattooed Wife Novels & Stories

Why? He froze in his place... "Unless you can tell us about her birthday mark anything other than her face" Mrs leone said suddenly concerned.... The man standing in front of her is no doubt in love with his wife... So much in love that it hurts to see him shaking as if he is about to break down.. "I.. I cannot re-.. Oh no no yes yes. She.. She have a red spot on her right chest!!!!, and a dagger tatoo in her right thigh ,BRAVE written beside it" He said looking at the doctor....

Jacob asked, coming over to sit beside her. "Whose painting is this?" she asked, pointing to the portrait. Jacob looked at her, his expression softening. "It's my late wife's," he said quietly. Katara felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She had known that Jacob had been married before, but she had never heard him talk about it. "I'm sorry," she said softly. Jacob shrugged. "It's okay. She was a wonderful woman, and I loved her very much. But that was a long time ago."

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom. Charlene breathed slowly, she glanced at the woman beside her. She took a sip of champagne and smiled at Charlene. “You're beautiful–” Charlene didn't pivot her head to look at the woman beside her, she thought she couldn't be talking to her. She was still looking around when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. “You come with your husband?” Puzzlingly, she parted her lips. “Um, no. I came with my dad.” She answered nervously.

Feeling a knot in my chest, I opened our chat. [Hey, man, are you sure that package went to the right place?] [Yeah! Harborview Estates, Unit 2502. Didn't you guys already sign for it?] Then, he sent me another photo. Right away, my blood was about to boil. My brain just shut down like a clock with a broken spring. In the picture, my wife, Phoebe Reese, was wearing a skimpy black lace nightgown, holding the roses I sent her with a seductive smile on her face.

The tattoo man's expression turned curious, "So, do you like him?" Emily shook her head again, "No, I'm still married." The tattoo man's confusion was evident, "Married?" He paused, his hands hovering over his tattoo machine. "You nodded... but then said you're married? Or not?" Emily sighed, "Long story... it's all behind me now. Let's just say I'm kind of... not married again." The tattoo man's eyes narrowed, "You're talking crazy, girl! You sound even weirder the more you speak!"

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

The sound of whirring of the injection filled the room as Roberto sat on his own chair beside that of my husband, his brows forrowed in concentration as he cleaned the skin off first, he did all he needed to do, befolre getting to work My heart pounded as I stared at my husband, who sat in the chair, getting my face drawn on his body. His tattoos meant a lot to him, he had never said it to me, but I knew, I could tell. He did not look like the kind to draw things on his body meaninglessly, especially when they were permanent. I smiled at him,my heart filled with love for the man that was supposed to be my captor, my prisoner, but had slowly become my lover, te man I was utterly in love with

I said. "What's the meaning of my love? Better quit the pretense." "You and your wife aren't on good terms and you want the contract." The minister said. "My wife over here is crazy, I'm crazy too, so that makes us crazy couples." I chuckled. "She was the masked girl in the video. In that video, you will see that the masked girl had a tattoo on her leg and my wife also has the same tattoo, look," Everyone stared at Venessa's leg. "And I like said earlier, we are crazy couples. Kicking me on the groin is just one of the crazy stuff we do."

“ Sasha… “ I stopped kissing her and looked at her. “ I want you… “ Me too, but not like this, not here… She looked away, disappointed. “ I want to get you out of here. “ I stated. “ Take you to another place, where I can take care of you! Where we can take care of each other. She nodded in agreement, but still sad. I showed a mischievous smile and whispered in her ear. “ I just want to fuck you in a better place... you deserve more than this. She laughed, shaking her head. I held her hand and gave it a gentle kiss. No, I wasn't going to fuck my wife in this pussy, like I did with the other one. She deserved a clean bed and sheets, flowers, candles, and above all a special and dignified mome