The Zookeeper's Wife Novel Novels & Stories

The staff member smiled and asked, "Do you want to get one for your wife? She's pregnant, but our free-range chickens are safe for her consumption." Dexter was taken aback. Then, a raw joy washed over him—he was pleased that the staff member had called Eleanor his wife.

She stood up slowly and looked me in the eye. “Maybe,” she said softly, “if you stopped looking for ghosts in your own house and started looking outside…” She paused, letting the words settle. “…you’d find your wife.” Then she turned and walked out. The doors shut behind her with a soft thud. No one moved. No one breathed. I stared at the closed doors for what felt like minutes. Her words spun in my mind like a storm—loud, chaotic, impossible to ignore. Zoey was pregnant?

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Everyone wanted someone as wonderful and devoted as him to fall in love with them. But it was all a lie. Returning to the present, I felt my stomach churning. Something was threatening to spill out of me. I fled to the bathroom and puked my guts out. I was still in the bathroom when I heard the commotion outside. In the heavy silence of the room, the familiar voice rang out with unusual clarity. "My wife prepared a surprise for me. It should be right here in this room."

The woman struggles against the guards and they let her go, she crawls to Kiara’s cell and pulls herself up to her knees using the bars of the cell. “I beg you, please. He is only a child, my only child. My husband is dead, I have nothing else to live for if he is taken away from me…Please I beg you!” The woman’s eyes are wild, her hair tattered, her clothes in pieces, her face red and blotchy, smeared with dirt at places that made contact with the ground.

The screen was lit, a news alert taking up most of it. 'Wife killed in suburban murder case. Husband stabbed her to death after she refused intimacy during pregnancy.' The bedroom door opened with a click. Julian stepped in, wearing that same smile I was tired of seeing. "Honey, I want you tonight."

He said as he started crying, "My wife is a kind, respectful and a loving woman, she never fails to take good care of me and love me everyday. She didn't mind what the women's in the village would say mean things about her. Then we decided to live peacefully on top of the mountain." Zelia keeps on listening to his story, and she couldn't see and feel any lies on his words. "While we are living on top of the mountain peacefully, the young woman's on the town won't still stop from bringing her down due to jealousy. While I was hunting an animals for out dinner, when I went home I notice that my wife's cooking was overcook. My hands were trembling as I enter out room, then I saw my wife being t

Elena replied, her voice carefully modulated to maintain the facade of the obedient wife. Beneath the silk, her skin was still hypersensitive, humming with the phantom weight of Killian’s hands and Jaxon’s mouth from the night before at the ridge. The psychological whiplash was staggering. Less than twenty-four hours ago, she had been crowned a sovereign in a mountain fortress. Now, she was standing in her own dining room, waiting for her three executioners to walk through the door as honored guests.

She ordered Zion impatiently before resting both of her palms on the cold wall. Zion immediately aimed his humming cock in his wife’s tunnel. She bent down slightly and spread her thighs to allow him to enter her womanhood. She flinched when Zion suddenly buried his hard cock in her vagina. Until now, she had to adjust so as not to tear her skin. Her husband’s cock is fat and not normal in length. “I’m going to fuck you hard!” said Zion so that his wife would be ready before the tempo of his movements changed. From slow to faster and faster until his wife was almost gasping for breath because of the taste.