Twitch Wife Book Novels & Stories

I casually grabbed a tissue and wiped the tears off my face. From under my pillow, I pulled out an old prepaid phone I'd set aside ahead of time. I opened the photo album. Packed together were Jake's transaction records from a brothel with Bruce—plus some intimate photos of the two of them. I bundled everything up and hit send on an anonymous text message. The message went straight to the legendary, terrifying, legitimately married wife of Bruce. Late the next night, Jake and Sophia dragged me—fresh out of the hospital—back into the livestream room.

He momentarily froze, seeing his wife on the bed, reading an erotic book while wearing only a lace dress that showed everything underneath. It was always like this; his manhood would stiffen at the mere sight of her. She smirked and put the book away, then gestured with her finger for him to come over. He did, and she grabbed the towel from his waist. It was exactly what he had in mind; his wife became bolder every day, and their relationship continued to bloom.

Clarissa was stunned at her arrogance. "Wow....that's.... I mean who rolls up to someone's wife like that and tells them that they are going to take their husband" "Stop acting like you're his wife. You're just a side chick!' ... .... ..... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book,

I was about to push it open when a man in a light gray shirt stepped out first. I took one look and knew he was exactly the type Serena Vaughn would like—clean-cut, composed, carrying himself with quiet steadiness. “And you are?” he asked. His eyes swept quickly over Ethan in my arms, and his expression shifted. “I’m Serena’s husband, Lucas Drake,” I said evenly. “I came to see how my wife managed to sign herself as a family member to your child.” A nurse pushed a treatment cart past us in the hallway, and several family members chatted nearby.

After all, Tasha prefers places other than the bedroom. When I saw his triumphant smile, it dawned on me that he had known everything from the start. When I remained silent, Owen considerately took out his own phone and played a recording. "Tasha, between that useless husband of yours and me, who do you love more?" Tasha, already lost in a daze of passion, answered with a voice hoarse from crying, "How could he ever compare to you?" Owen put away his phone and said provokingly, "Dr. Miller, I may have to trouble you often in the future. My wife was very satisfied with your skills."

"The arrangement was always for you to marry Miguel Antonio. That was the deal we struck with his family. A wife is a wife, Mara. It doesn't matter which sister he gets. The merger goes through either way." I felt like I couldn't breathe. "A wife is a wife?" I whispered. "Mother, he doesn't want me. He wanted Clara. This entire marriage is built on a lie, on deception. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to wake up every morning next to a man who didn't choose me, who thought he was getting someone else?"

“You have your answer then.” I smiled. I smiled like a fucking kid while staring at my frustrated wife. She might not feel the same way as me yet. But at least we were getting there. “So about what I saw earlier…” “Yes.” She pulled her hands back and wrapped them around herself. “I've been watching that video for years, okay? Years. While I silently craved to be touched by a woman. While I pretended to be the perfect wife for Dean, while secretly wondering what it would feel like to have someone who actually understood what I wanted.”

'Thank you, Mr Macalov, I appreciate your understanding; my wife can be a little forgetful at times about who she belongs to. It was the wrong thing to say, and I knew it the minute the words left my mouth. Tavisha stiffened and then yanked her wrist free of my hand. 'Let's get one thing straight, you fucking Neanderthal. I belong to no one. As for being your wife, I have initiated divorce proceedings, and I warn you, my legal team are very aware of your ridiculous attempts at kidnapping me to try to force me to do as you wish. I am not your wife; you gave up any right to call me that when you brought your 'friend' into our marriage. Don't ever underestimate me again, Mr President.'

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

washing her tears and touching up her make-up, she walked down to the Alphas office to see her Husband. Wearing her biggest smile she walked into his office. looking up from his wife the Alpha gave her a small smile and continued with his work. she walked closer to him. "Honey you work so hard let me give u a back rub" "hmm" was the only response he could get out before switching his laptop off and giving his Luna attention. despite them not having children together, Grace was a nice person she cared for the people so well it was like she was born to be a Luna. " You know honey. I was thinking maybe we could go on vacation and re-candle our love, we haven't been intimate in a while, We can t