Tomboy Wife Novels & Stories

amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. I’m sorry about the way I ended things maybe I could have done things better. A part of me would always care for you.” Natasha stepped a step closer finally meeting his eyes. Then silence again. It was comfortable like a silence between two long-time friends. A slight cough brought them apart and their heads around. Rachel had heard everything. So this was the Natasha. She looked like she belonged to a magazine cover. She was tall with the most alluring brown eyes. Her wavy blonde hair rested beautifully on her shoulders. She was perfect. Natasha held out a hand to her. “Oh hi, I didn’t know you were here. I’m Natasha.” “Hey I

She had a nagging feeling that something bad was about to happen. The priest announced, “Everyone, I ask for your patience. The groom is a little delayed. In the meantime, let me play a surprise video the groom has prepared for his bride.” A moment later, moans filled the church. Then, whispers and murmurs erupted. “But after the wedding, you’ll have to give Hugh and me some time alone.” The content of the video was so shocking that it immediately ignited a stir in the crowd. Everyone in the room recognized the voices instantly.

“I am not ready.” I made her wait until I was done foaming the body wash on her delicate shoulders, then I gathered her hair in my fists and applied shampoo. When my silence greeted her, she looked at me over her shoulder. Her pissed face and red angry eyes glared at me. “If you want a child so much then why don’t you fuck some other woman and build a family with her. Why are you so adamant on tormenting me? First you stalked me, married me against my will and now you want to impose a child on me?” She blurted. Her lips wobbled. “I am your wife for fucks sake not a damn breeder.” Her eyes full of sweet anger. I agonised day and night to see her emotions other than fear—even if it was her ang

I just laughed at him whenever he get pissed when he hear people saying that Tanya and James look so much alike. If you think about it, he also has a huge resemblance with Tanya. Tanya is Maru’s female version. But because Maru and James look so much alike, so automatically Tanya will have a resemblance with James. My daughter is very close with her uncle. My husband often get jealous because of the closeness of the two. Most of the time Tanya is looking for her uncle than her dad. James was always out of the country that’s why Tanya was like that. But Maru can’t accept that. I just shook my head from my husband’s rant.

she mocks. “I do,” Tom says, pulling out his phone and showing it to the woman. “That little girl isn’t his. The mother was badgering him to have an affair, and my son refused. The next day, he took his wife, thinking the child’s mother wouldn’t solicit anything while we waited for the results. My son’s wife never hurt the child and even brought her a gift. That woman then started accusing my son’s wife of vile things after planting reporters there.” “My granddaughter would never hurt a child. Anyone who knows her wouldn’t believe such stories.” Granma says.

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

TREY Who does tomboy think she is? Some goddess that I will bow before and beg for her forgiveness? Beg her to listen to me? No. Not Trey. I don’t explain myself to people. Especially not women and she won’t be the first I will do that to. She is annoying. Irritating. Stubborn. All the names you know there. And she expects me to explain to her who Amara is. To start telling her how I met Amara and what we had. I may as well write a list of the people I have banged and all their details and give it to her.

Maribel sympathizing: "That's what wives do, Sera. As partners we help each other." Me, working double shifts, coming home exhausted to an empty apartment because Adrian was "working late." Again. Always. Maribel bringing wine and tissues, her arm around my shoulders. "He's just stressed, sweetie. You need to be more understanding. More supportive." The miscarriage. Twenty-eight years old, bleeding on the bathroom floor, screaming for Adrian who was three hours late. When he finally arrived, he helped me clean up couldn't even look at me, he'd stared at his phone instead of at me.