Novel & Cerita The Little Wife Of The General

Wondering why the general would be asking that, Richard sprang to answer, “Not at all, general. Apart from the rogue, we've had a quiet day.” He found the general’s gaze on the blood again and wondered if blood bothered a woman who was rumoured to have shed lots of it in war. “Women and their silly weaknesses,” he thought in disgust, almost missing what the general said next. “Where is she?” “What?” he muttered automatically. “Why would you want anything to do with that dirty whore?” Susan asked, her face scrunched in confusion. The general simply ignored her as she pinned her querying gaze on Richard. “Oh, she is in the dungeon. It's a place beneath your graceful presence, general. Why don'

The house is so big, but Jack feels somber and lonely to the point of boredom. There should have been the happiness and laughter of his gentle wife waiting for him every time he got off work. All of which he broke and trampled on it with his own hands. Then now there are only brief memories of the days he and Emily were together.

‘Fucking Eve…’ They're that close for Nikolai to call his secretary that? Evelyn gave Nikolai a polite smile. “Hi, Liam!” Belle protectively held onto Liam, who cluelessly waved at the woman. “I’ll excuse myself, Mr. and Mrs. Laurent.” She couldn’t return the greetings. For all Belle knows, that woman might be turned on doing her dirty tactics right here in the open. Right in front of her eyes. She simply gave Evelyn a warning look, hoping she’d get what she was sending through her eyes. Maybe Evelyn is underestimating her. She’s the wife who popped out of nowhere and someone who wasn’t from the same background as Nikolai.

"I know of him, but never had the pleasure" The woman appeared disappointed. "No matter, allow me to introduce my husband. Bay, the general is directly in front of you". Washiri Dooley II smiled as his wife stepped out of the way. Dark hollows occupied the places where his eyes should have been. One had been lost, replaced, and lost again. Disease had claimed the second, leaving the old man blind. Or was he? The ex-legionnaire seemed to know where things were. He held out his hand. "You have one helluva rep, General. The kind based on merit".

The Emperor looks at the gray hair on his General’s head and wonders how many more years they have before death or war snatches either of them from this table. “I heard you are married now.” The General’s gravelly voice brings him out of his reprieve. Word does travel fast. The Emperor waves his hand, dismissing the statement. “Jin…” The General calls out in a tone the Emperor remembers from his childhood, a tone that leaves no room for arguments. “I wouldn’t call it a marriage, per say, there was nothing official about it.” “I hear it is to the same woman who spit on you today.” “Sometimes I wonder who the soldiers in this Empire are loyal to, you or me?”

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

Ethan carefully placed the laptop on the table and after opening his screen, he showed several pictures to the general and said, "It was late in the afternoon when they arrived today, but they settled in this mansion on the rockiest side of Jansu Island." "I had my men ask around the small town and they all say that the house belongs to... Blake and Elizabeth Taylor," added Ethan. "The thing is, according to the locals, Blake's wife is... alive and well," said Ethan. "Strange, right?" "No, Elizabeth died of cancer. I attended her burial," insisted the General. "I don't know who he has up there with him, but it surely is not Elizabeth." There was a brief pause before Ethan looked around the n

I teased, probing for that reassurance that indeed, he did things out of his routine for me. “And now you are my wife.” He added up before tapping my nose. I smiled heartily. He growled before climbing on top of me, and in one violent tear, my gown came apart on my front, sending the delicate decorative buttons and ornaments flying. The sting of the material against my skin morphed into desire when he looked down at me with so much hunger. “There is only one woman in this world for me, Little Wife and that is you,” his new pet name of me made me weak in the knees. If it was even possible, I felt even harder for me.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

Then the young soldier pulled out a small bag of candied fruit and pressed it into her hands. "The general said this batch of medicine is especially bitter. He ordered me to bring you this." She smiled, clearly used to this kind of treatment, and told him to put everything inside the tent. Almost without thinking, I said, "General Foster treats you very well." The young soldier's face lit up immediately. "Very well? That's putting it lightly. He treats her like she's made of glass—like she might break if he so much as mishandled her. "Take this, for example. It's the one that stuck with me the most. We were away from camp for three days. The day we got back, in front of over a hundred men, G