The Dark Wives: A Vera Stanhope Novel Novels & Stories

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

“Yeah, widow. Spill. Did the boss man finally get a taste of that fat pussy?” Sora’s world was spinning out of control. Melvin alive. Jack’s claim still burning between her thighs. George looking at her with raw need. And Justin’s cruelty hiding something darker. She had no idea that the real war was only just beginning.

I couldn't read anything from him while waiting for what I'm about to say. "The man you own as your husband is my real husband. I'm the legal wife!" I firmly said. She furrowed her brows and walked towards me. "What did you say?!" she said shakily. "You heard it right? His real name was Hezekiah Leric Grant! And I am his legal wife!" Shock registered on her face, lips quivered so bad. Her knees suddenly weakened. Her eyes pooled with tears as she tried to catch her breath while holding her chest.

“There are three women inside. They beckon with hands that have too many fingers, and watch with faces that have too many eyes, and even their eyes have too many pupils. Their skin is . . . un-gentle. One has a breast that is more cube than sphere. Another has only one breast, and the third’s are mismatched, one much larger than the other. I see an eye where a navel should be. I see a mouth that is too wide on one side, stretching up into the cheek with a grin that reveals uneven fangs. The sight of these women is repulsive, and yet I am compelled by their tantalizing scent. A tendril of flesh coils out from the door, beckoning me as a finger would. Come hither, it says. I am frightened. I s

I have a lot of friends but Vicky is the only one that I can trust and share all my problems with. "You know what? I'm not even shocked with that news. It's obvious! Davien is a jerk, Talianna! You may be the only one he courted but he had fucked a lot of women before! You know that! You're letting him touch you he's fucking other women out there! He might have been doing this for so long but you only caught him last night! So what the hell are you still waiting for?! Break up with that asshole!" I just remained silent, staring at her through the screen. Vicky removed her eyeglasses and massaged her temple, as if I was a huge problem for her.

"I am not cracking any jokes here, Heather. Leave. I am now clarifying it. You're no longer allowed to take a step inside this house again." The right side of my lips curved upward. "Alright, no one's entering this house anymore. But, hey, your rule only works if I am currently outside the house. Unfortunately, I'm already, currently, inside. It means I can take my night here, unless I go out and you'll forbid me to come in. But don't you worry. Tomorrow, you won't see even the shadow of my shadow." "That's good." Hyacinth's mom suddenly butted in after a couple of minutes dwelling in silence like what she should always supposed to do. "It's not that we are taking away your rights in this ma

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

Even so, Feby continued to look at her cell phone. “Hello!” she greeted them. “Hello. Who is this with?” [“Are you Feby?”] “Yes,” Feby replied quickly. [“Can we meet? I'm Widya. Ares' first wife.”] ***

A reporter, speaking into the camera, delivered the latest update. "Breaking news: Renowned designer Carrie Wunder and her sister Rachel Wunder have gone missing after a tragic accident while vacationing on a seaside island. Their whereabouts remain unknown. Both of their husbands, Huxley Ventures CEO, Kai Huxley, and Rangoon Ventures Chairman, Lex Rangoon, are reportedly en route to the island and will personally join the search efforts." Rachel scoffed. "Hmph. Too little, too late. If they had the guts to cheat, they should've expected we'd leave eventually."

“Oh, hi Casandra..” I turned toward the source of the voice, and I felt my blood run cold. I saw a woman with long hair, a pale and delicate pretty face, sitting in a wheelchair. She was smiling sweetly, but I could clearly see the sharp glint in her eyes, filled with unspoken conflict. “Nice to meet you,” Isabella purred softly. “Didn’t expect you to already be Sebastian’s wife.”