Thy Maker Is Thy Husband Novels & Stories

The priest said and Hani repeated after him, "I Hani," "Take you Tae-Hoon, to be my husband." "Take you Tae-Hoon, to be my husband." Although saying the words wife was nerve-wracking but hearing the word husband was not anything less than that for Tae-Hoon. "To live together," "To live together," "as friend and mate," "as friend and mate," "and I will love you," "and I will love you," "as a person," "as a person," "respect you as an equal," "respect you as an equal,"

Dad continued. "I don't like Daddy talking like that. "All living things will die. And Daddy will be calm if Daddy's only daughter married to the right person," said Daddy with a tired face. "I don't want to lose Daddy," I squeaked. The room was silent for a while until finally Daddy's voice came back and made me almost faint from hearing what he said. "Marry him, Na."

“I’m not done with you, baby. I'm not done with you.” He thrust into me like he belonged there, and he squeezed my thighs and brought my ass in close like he needed to be surrounded by me. I gasped as I watched him fuck me with that grin on his face. “I'm your husband,” he reminded me. “And no man can have you.”

My turn. "You taught me that love isn’t supposed to hurt. That being seen isn’t a threat. That softness isn't a weakness. I vow to walk beside you, not in front or behind. I vow to laugh with you, build with you, and lean on you when I can’t do it alone." By the time the rings were exchanged, everyone was crying, Even Raymond. "By the power vested in me," the officiant said, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

He put her on the bed and left to change saying 'Don't feel so shy, it's only me your husband. After he left Siya touched her heated cheeks. How shamelessly she wanted to see her handsome husband. *But he is soo beautiful. He is just perfect. * She dreamily thought to herself not knowing his husband was god’s deadly beautiful creation. Like Mahadev (Lord Shiva), he can create and he can also destroy. Then his words replayed 'He is just my husband.' My!! Calling someone mine isn't it different? Off course it is but will she be able to be this fortunate?

I stumbled slightly, my knees weak and my face burning. “Stand up straight,” he commanded, his voice like steel. I did as he said, my eyes darting nervously to his face before I turned to pick my shorts from the floor and put them back on. He stood as well, towering over me as he closed the space between us. One of his hands reached for my throat and he grabbed me firmly but not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make his point known to me. “Now, listen to me, Maya,” he started as he leaned into my ear, his voice barely above a whisper. . “I am your husband. Not your equal, not your friend- your husband. And you will not speak to me like that again. Do you understand?”

Lorenzo froze. His eyes went wide, filled with emotions I couldn't even name. "Alessia, you think threatening me with divorce is fun? If you don't want this party, it ends now. You're my wife, and that's not changing." He shut me out before I could answer. He turned toward the guests, and in a heartbeat, that cold, commanding mafia Don was back. "The celebration ends here. Please head out." No one dared to say anything. They just began filing out.

“I am fully Yours. No one else exists.” He lifted me onto the altar, spreading me wide. “You are ready, my divine wife.” He entered me in one claiming thrust. I cried out in rapture. “Yes! Plant Your holy seed!” Each thrust was deliberate, deep, his balls slapping against me. “Recite the vows as I breed you,” he commanded. “I vow eternal incestuous marriage to my Father-Husband, My god,” I moaned, my legs wrapped around him. “My womb is Your temple. Cum inside me. Impregnate Your daughter-wife!”

"My husband is Archie. Archie Grafton, do you know him?" The man's expression slightly shook. "Young master, she is not Young Master Archie's wife. We have seen Young Master Archie's wife before. His wife does not look like her." His subordinate reminded him with a shrewd look.

“I will.” He turned towards Maya and smiled kindly at her. “Maya de Haviland, will thou have this man to be thy wedded husband, to live together according to our teachings in the estate of matrimony? Will thou love him, obey him, honour and keep him, in sickness and in health; forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?” “I will.” Maya’s voice was unwavering and clear and I felt guilty again for not loving her.