Tomboy Wife Novels & Stories

This wasn’t definitely the route that she wanted to take, and it would be so wrong if Faye would continue to have that impression. “Ah, no. I’m actually married and I have a kid.” She clarified. Relieved that she can finally avoid suspicions with a single powerful line. “Oh, really? Good for me, then. No additional rivals for Leo.” She slapped Belle’s arm teasingly as she continued to laugh loudly. The people around didn’t even look. Like it was something that usually happens. “Just kidding.” Leo. The name still doesn’t ring a bell. “He was just familiar. Is he a model?”

His wife. She wasn't jealous or angry. None of them cared enough to share that information yesterday. She was thrilled at the thought of fucking another lady husband in her bedroom. It was getting dark, almost time when Tom comes out to water his garden. She wore a see through sun dress, it was short with no panties, she went to her backyard, acting like she was check her garden that actually needed some clearing.

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.

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

He only did it because it was for her, he would never use his dad's name because he hates nepotism. Edna smiles sweetly and runs her hand over his chin and lightly pulls at his cheek. He doesn't smile or frown, he is just looking back at her, tiredly. A little whimper of a child draws their attention off each other and they turn to see. It's a little infant in the hands of a young woman. She is holding the child close to her chest as she hums a song in its ear, trying to calm it. There is a man beside her, he looks a lot older and he is putting on a wedding ring. They are a couple, probably got married a few years ago.

Fortunately, she had an outstanding son who even got into a prestigious university, allowing her to hold her head high in her hometown. They had struggled to buy a house and had only recently paid off all their loans. She thought that Winona would be able to take care of them after she married into the family. Yet unexpectedly, her son was promoted again and became a manager. He managed to somehow get connected to his boss’ daughter. The woman looked away and whispered to Tommy, “Did that woman hear our conversation earlier? Will there be any issues?” Tommy also felt uneasy. He still had feelings for Winona, but his commitment had started to waver. He had not truly decided to break off thing

Nate asked. Beside him was standing a beautiful women.... Is she his girlfriend? "I am fine...who is she" Nick asked.. Avoiding the rest of the question... Obviously he will!! You are not S**y not a model either... "Oh she!! I met her here, spending time with her.. You know .. " He winked.. And Nick laugh... And that's when Nate saw me.. His eyes widen... "She is Naomi my wife" Nick replied awkwardly.. "Oh my god, Naomi!! Is this really you... Couldn't recognise you in this outfit.. Never seen you like this..." He smirked..

“A man that you stayed by his side for years. 5 years Charlotte, 5 years! You even bore a child for him and yet, he didn’t see it necessary to marry you. To make things official between you two! Have you never asked yourself why? Rather, you’re left scrambling for dust and bare minimum, going through the stress of practicing tango and performing on stage, just to get him to look at you just once! Just to get him to have sex with you so you can trap him with a pregnancy and insist for a marriage then! Isn’t that shameful? Don’t you feel disgusted with yourself? Huh? You really want him that bad?” Although Valerie’s words were sharp and directly aiming to knock some sense into Charlotte if she

“Unsettles?” “She’s not like the women I know,” I said, feeling the words tumble out before I could stop them. “She’s rough around the edges, doesn’t care for frills, doesn’t try to impress me. She carries her scars like armor, and… hell, it shouldn’t make sense, but it pulls me in.” Smith was listening now, no grin, no smirk, just silence. “She’s different,” I continued, almost against my will. “Her tomboyish vibe, the way she doesn’t bend or break, it arouses me in a way no other woman has. I find myself wanting her… wanting all of her. And she keeps pushing me away.”