The Silent Wife Kindle Novels & Stories

Silent eyes. One of them stepped in front of me the second I got out. “Stop there.” I lifted my chin. His expression didn’t change. “State your business.” I was opening my mouth to introduce myself when a familiar voice cut in. “Back off.” Silas. He came down the short stairs toward us, all dark clothes and controlled irritation. He didn’t even look at the guard when he said, “She is boss’s wife.” The man straightened immediately. “My apologies, madam.”

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

"The feeling that was once pleasant is now starting to be heartbreaking." *** All night, the couple husband and wife just kept silent even though they were in the same room because the woman was so sick with her husband's face, that it made the man choose to be silent and act like a stranger even though it was very painful. Meanwhile, his wife doesn't care about her husband's feelings.

Ace rubbed his face roughly, his eyes staring blankly at the door that had just slammed shut right in front of him. Failed! That was the only word that could describe his current situation. He had failed to persuade Sierra, only to have his wife drag him out of the room violently. She slammed the door right in his face without saying a word. Sierra stayed mute after Ace uttered many words of coaxing that she had never heard from him before. He had thought that her silence was a good sign, but he was wrong. On the contrary, his wife was even more intimidating when she was so quiet. “What a bad kitty!” He snorted before finally leaving Sierra’s room.

“Oh no, you don’t get to play silent right now. You don’t get to dominate and disappear when it’s convenient. You fucked me. On the floor. Against the wall. Folded me in half like a fucking paper doll. You told me to take it. And I did. I gave you everything. And now I’m standing here looking at this woman—this woman in pearls and silk and grace—and I’m asking myself what the fuck I am to you. Because I don’t wear pearls. I wear pigtails and lip gloss and call you Daddy while you fuck the sanity out of me.” My chest was heaving. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I tasted salt. “So tell me, Damon. Where is she? Where the fuck is your wife? Because this photo—this perfectly preserved, p

You hurt a woman for years… then call her bitter when she finally opens her mouth. Tell me something: Are you married? Is your wife allowed to feel? Or just perform? Say what you want. But don’t confuse being quiet for being guilty. I was silent for too long. This is me, finally making noise. Goodnight.” What? This was it? Everything?? No angry lash out or calling me out? How?! And most of all, “What did she mean by ‘men like you’?” Where did that come from? And what the hell does it have to do with me?

After what seemed like an eternity, Scott finally opened his mouth, his voice choked with emotion, "But she… She was the one who acted coldly to me and ignored me in the first place… "We'd only been married for a month, and she already stopped loving me. I tried so hard, but she wouldn't say much to me at all… I-If we had talked more, then…" Mary immediately cut him off, "Oh, shut up! Are you going to stand there and tell me that you cheated because she was giving you the cold shoulder? Did you think that she stopped talking to you because she didn't love you? Well, you're wrong!" "Then why did she?"

“I am not ready.” I made her wait until I was done foaming the body wash on her delicate shoulders, then I gathered her hair in my fists and applied shampoo. When my silence greeted her, she looked at me over her shoulder. Her pissed face and red angry eyes glared at me. “If you want a child so much then why don’t you fuck some other woman and build a family with her. Why are you so adamant on tormenting me? First you stalked me, married me against my will and now you want to impose a child on me?” She blurted. Her lips wobbled. “I am your wife for fucks sake not a damn breeder.” Her eyes full of sweet anger. I agonised day and night to see her emotions other than fear—even if it was her ang

Gwen has to finish her work silently, without speaking a word. Gwen nods silently. She doesn't have anything to say. Since she got married, she isn't sure who she has even talked to. Her father, her only family, betrayed her before she could ask, "Why?" Her mother is long gone—she said hello to God a long time ago. So, in this world, all she has is her husband, who doesn't call her or talk to her. She doesn't even know if her husband is a good person or a bad one. All she knows is that she isn't allowed to ask about her husband. A hopeless sigh escapes her lips as she wishes to have a good time with the husband who never showed up before her. Maybe he will change her entire fate. She doesn't