Thick 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.

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

Allyson hang out with her friend Kessia, they haven't met since after the wedding and inviting her to Logan's place wasn't the right to do, also she needed to discuss the situation with her. “I hear your husband is the owner of Tech and Enterprises Inc” Actually, she talked about him first. “Fake husband” I corrected. “Yeah, actually his father owns it. He inherited it, in fact the main purpose he married me is because his father threatens to get the company if he's not married” “Yeah, I vividly remember you told me that and how is it like to live with a billionaire, how is the fake marriage going Allyson?” She asked like an interviewer.

“He needs it to inherit his grandfather's fortune and establish his position as a Don. He needs to be married on his thirtieth birthday, but everyone says he might have a problem with finding a wife.” I processed her words, pouring more whiskey into our glasses. “I don't get it... He doesn't seem like a bad guy. He is hot and rich. He should be married with kids by now if he wanted to.” Fifi sighed, watching the amber liquid swirl in her glass. “It's all because of those rumors. They say Hunter Thorne had three wives already, and all of them died in the first year of their marriage.” A shiver danced along my spine. “Died? How? The guy is cursed or something?”

Master Thelowar smiled, as I stooped to a respectful bow in front of him. He noticed the limp and glanced at his wife out of the corner of his eye. He knows. I know he knows. And he doesn’t care. I ignore the annoying twinge in my chest. Well, whatever… it’s not even that big of a deal… I think. In the middle of an exchange with his wife, I picked up my rags, continuing the pitiful facade… just to spite Madame Thelowar. How did this man even marry someone like her? I looked at her, seeing the stars in her eyes and all that. I grimaced. Even a crazy witch like her can be like that. Well, yes, she has the visuals, but her personality was so dry. Especially considering the weight of the Thelowa

She was terrified someone would hear, but the fear only made her wetter. He added a second finger, then a third, stretching her deliciously as he began to thrust them in and out in a steady, deliberate rhythm. His thumb brushed her clit with each stroke. Seraphine’s hand found the front of his hospital pants, wrapping around his thick, hardening cock through the thin fabric. She stroked him firmly, whispering against his mouth, “Mine.” “Yours,” he breathed back, voice rough with restraint, as he thrust his three thick fingers deeper, curling and pumping until her walls clenched around him.

As we approached a group of individuals standing near the arrival gate, my eyes fixated on the figure standing in the center. My breath caught in my throat, and my steps faltered as recognition dawned upon me. It was Ignacio, my Spanish husband, whom I had left behind in Spain under the pretense of starting a fashion line in New York. Cullen, unaware of the connection between Ignacio and me, approached him with a welcoming smile. "Ignacio, meet my wife, Brielle," he introduced, his voice filled with pride and affection. My heart raced, and I felt a knot tightening in the pit of my stomach. Ignacio's bewildered expression mirrored my own confusion and disbelief.

Chapter One ALESSIA'S POV "Do you imagine I'm happy tagging this hog along every time?" Thompson cocked his chin in my direction like I was some stomp in the pasture. "That doesn't change the fact that Alessia gets to attend these functions as your wife while I stay home all night waiting for you to come back." A sly smile twitched on my lips, Annalise and my husband had their row about the grand marriage anniversary of the southern territories Alpha and his Luna. Annalise was Thompson's mate while I was his wife.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?