The German Wife Novels & Stories

Lucia noticed her chest pressing into him and frowned but remained silent. The woman pulled away, finally noticing Lucia standing beside George. However, her main concern seemed to be why Lucia was wearing her clothes. “And who’s this?” she asked, glaring at Lucia. “This is Lucia,” George said, holding Lucia’s waist and pulling her closer. The woman’s eyes followed his movement. “My wife!” Her eyes widened in shock. “Your… your what?” “Yes, Perri, that’s his wife. I’m as surprised as you are,” Theresa said, coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of food.

The other woman who she had come in with stood in front of the mirror next to me trying so hard not to cry. I tried my best not to look at her but the second woman said in English, “Don't worry, it's not uncommon, nights like this make a woman go crazy.” “Your husband is Richard, right?” The crying woman asked and I nodded, her accent told she wasn't French she sounded more German. “I saw how that model girl was all over him.” She added and they all hissed in accordance. “You should assert dominance over your husband, there are hawks out there trying to snatch them.” The second woman advised.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

“Hi.” The younger woman’s lips curled upward. “You must be the wife.” “That’s me.” I nodded. “And you are?” “Camilla von Arnim.” She said. “Brayden and I used to date.” “Oh.” That was all I could say. Because that was a very interesting way to introduce yourself to your ex’s wife. “And this is my mother, Beatrix.” Camilla added, gesturing toward the older woman who gave me a once-over and a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I am not certain of how I am going to tell you the condition of your husband.” “Just say it,” Savannah insisted. Something in the woman’s voice terrified her. "You husband went for a walk," the woman said then waited for a thin breeze to fly past Savannah's face in Germany. "He is dead."

Gerald…” Gerald slowly repeated his words. “Ms. Sharon, are you lecturing my wife?” His wife… These words made Sharon go ghostly pale. Everyone present was taken aback. Nathan suddenly thought of something, and his eyes widened. “Your wife? Isn’t this woman a vixen?!” Before Gerald could answer, Nathan swiftly turned around in a daze. “Ms. Sharon, didn’t you say North isn’t actually his wife? That she’s only a vixen who won’t leave Gerald alone? Since when did she become Gerald’s wife? It seems you don’t know Gerald well enough if he didn’t even tell you he got married.”

"But I can't do it tonight, Blake. I'm tired, and I can't... I don't have the answers you want." Then she was gone, disappearing up the stairs. I stood in the entryway, listening to her bedroom door close, and tried to make sense of what the hell had just happened. My wife spoke Japanese and apparently German, but was passable in French and Italian. Let's not forget how she handled it tonight. My wife, who'd spent years being cruel and selfish and shallow, had just shown more compassion in one dinner than she had in our entire marriage. My wife, who I'd been ready to divorce because I hated her, was now someone I couldn't understand at all or even read. But I liked… as a person. Even when sh

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

"What did you say!?" William jumped up, grabbing Francis by the throat fiercely. Emily had not expected William to react so strongly and muttered, "How interesting. She'd rather run away than apologize. Look what your precious wife did! You've spoiled her rotten!" William's previous affection for Emily had vanished entirely. He turned to face her, glaring through gritted teeth and growled, "I'm glad you know that she's my real wife." Then, he put on his clothes and headed straight for the basement.

“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