The German Wife Novels & Stories

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

In the company and in the family she had always been an ugly duckling. "Cheers for that!” Alexander said, placing his glass against his wife's. Paula smiled and then drank while everyone around her applauded and toasted the newlyweds. But as it was always said, life was not perfect nor could all people be happy. Just like wolves, mother and daughter talked about what their eyes saw. "I can't believe he married her. She's such a small thing, I thought Alexander was smarter," the reddish-haired young woman said angrily. "Please, Emma, ​​I don't want a scandal now." Gertrudis expressed the moment she saw how her daughter closed her hands into fists, as if she were ready for the attack.

I'm the fool or Gerald's the lie? “Frau means wife.” “When I Was outside. Then I heard someone calls me frau. That means I'm his wife?” “Aren't you my wife?” Gerald answered carelessly, though true. But not that, the discussion. “I don't realize. Who is my husband? Do you know or not? But I seem to know him. He is the most reckless human in history. I know humans, but I love him to die. He is annoying, likes to annoy people. And acute pervert.”

she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks." I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and swallowed nervously, "thank you," I said lowly. "And I'm Eloise," spoke up a gorgeous brunette with red stained lips, looking like a gorgeous actress from the 50's with the animated way that she talked, "Quentin's sixth, and despite what someone may say at this table, Quentin's favourite wife," she tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. She pointed to the lady besides her, "And this is, Caroline, the fifth wife, and Americ

I tell her. She frowns. “What’s up…” “I need Simone Wells. David’s brother wants to hire someone to be his Fiancée until he gets his promotion…" I explain. Her frown deepens. “And you’re sure Simone could, do it?” she asks. “She’s one of the only women we have that could pass as a doctor’s wife…” I remind her. “Rather send in. Quinn Daily.” She says. I bite my lip. Quinn was gorgeous, long blonde locks, sea blue eyes her entire face was made to be a model. The only problem we had with her was that her clients always fell in love with the role she played.

Who was exactly my wife? "You two are lying!" I boomed, echoing through the hallway. They both shivered nervously looking at me. "If Gertrude was the woman I buried who exactly is my wife? My wife was sweet, caring, and a socialite. I bought her sports car to even raced with her colleagues!" I specified, grasping in anger, screening them. If my eyes were a laser or x-ray, I already know what is inside them. "What?" They both uttered shock. "That's impossible!" The professor ranted agitated, pulling his phone to call someone. I frowned, can't comprehend their actions.

She looked at me and arched her brow, “You don’t believe me? My husband and your husband are friends. My husband is Rudolf Bernard.” I knew that name. I just couldn’t believe she was his wife and we were discussing in the toilet like we were best of friends. I was shocked after I heard that. “You mean, you are Sir Rudolf’s wife?” I didn’t mean to be rude because truly she looked it but I was expecting his wife to be older than she was. She looked like he could give birth to her.

she said to her husband. "She's smart to take my advice on her first day here"Mr Hitler replied. Andre finally blinked and walked straight to his room without saying anything to anyone. Aliecia went after him. As soon as she got into the room,she started yelling on top of her voice. "She's a fucking bitch?! a gold digger, you can't let her be married to Evans, she's not a part of this world". Andre said nothing. "Andre I still wear your ring,I am your wife and don't you ignore me!"

Caroline looked quite taken aback, but she was able to properly hide her shocked face in front of the annoying man who had just made her mood worse. "Aaron is out of town, he has some work there he needs to finish." “Oh, you haven't introduced your husband to me since we divorced. And this is my wife, Theresia." Rein pushed his wife's shoulder a little and it was greeted by Theresia with a stiff hand towards Caroline. "Theresia, nice to meet you Caroline," said the woman like a robot. There was a hint of unwillingness in her heart as her right hand touched Caroline's curved fingers. She is jealous of the beautiful woman who is still loved by her husband.

The hug was firm, maternal, and completely unexpected. I froze for half a second, then I hugged her back. “Good morning, ma’am,” I greeted, a smile curling onto my lips. “How’re you doing?” When she pulled away, her eyes were shining. “My dear girl,” she said, and her voice had that warm, public warmth that politicians’ wives learn in their sleep. “What you did yesterday…” “That bravery. That composure. I watched the whole press and I told my husband, ‘That is how you face a room full of wolves and come out with your head high.’”