Tigers Wife Novels & Stories

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

Rabbit: If you had a wife, how would you want her to seduce you? Tiger: I’d want to come home from work and be greeted by my wife wearing nothing underneath her clothes. So I could take her right away without saying much. I read the message with my breath caught in my throat. My face felt scorching hot. Before I could reply, I suddenly collided hard with someone.

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

"You are my wife now, Tigritsa. And in Our world, Wives are to serve their husbands in every way a husband desires to be. So serve me, wife." "I would rather kill you!" She hissed and snatched her arms when He tried to kiss her finger. She did it with so much force that her nails scratched the side of his neck. He made an irritating sound from his throat. "You have to use another weapon to try to kill me, Tigress, I am not dying with your nails." He muttered while rubbing the small scratch she gave him.

Ariana said to herself. He walked over to them, looked at Ariana then moving his gaze to Thomas, Thomas who had raised from his chair almost passed out in fear, he won’t have ever guessed that Ariana was the tiger’s wife, what the hell has he gotten himself into. “If I see you anywhere near my wife, I will reap your eyes out. Now f-ck off”. Alexander spat angrily, his fists clutched. Thomas murmured a sorry and turned to his heels without turning back to look at them .

Everyone gazed at Tigris, making him feel as if he were under the watchful eyes of several predators. Suddenly, Elliot roared, “The nerve of you, Tigris!” Tigris could no longer stand the pressure. A loud thud sounded as he fell to his knees. “I’m sorry, Mr. Elliot! Please forgive me. I didn’t know she was your wife. I deserve punishment.” Elliot glared at him and asked coldly, “Where did you hit her?” Tigris hastily explained, “I-I didn’t hit her. She kicked me once, and I was out of the fight. Your wife and her friend took out all my men in less than five minutes.

I ask. “What do you think? I’m not letting you sleep with those wolves.” I laugh and grab his hand suddenly, making him stumble and lie on the bed. I lean and trace his torso’s skin gently, “Is the Tiger jealous of the wolves?” He smirks and places his hand behind my neck to get me closer to whisper, “Tigers never share.” I know from this moment that things will change, that my days will be different. Because I’m the Black Tiger’s girlfriend.