Twitch Wife Book Novels & Stories

He said. I swallowed the burning morsel in my throat, and my body shook involuntarily. Not wanting to believe what I was seeing, I didn't resist from gluing my eyes to my laptop's screen, watching how my wife creased her tongue with another man's, and watching how she jerked him close to her so she could enjoy every part of his lips and mouth. "How–how is this possible? I mean, Trisha is a faithful wife. I mean, this can't be." My entire body shook.

Her fingers shook as she picked it up. She'd always known the passcode. Never used it—until now. On his chat app, she opened a group thread with his buddies: [Jared, 1000 days of celibacy today, right? You have to come out and celebrate!] [No way. Three years married and still no action?] [Lucia might be a bumpkin, but with that face and body? You've seriously held back?] [Obviously. He made that vow to Alice—stay pure for her. Jared's never broken a promise to Alice.]

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

The stocks, the bonds, the accounts I'd barely had four years to enjoy before the cancer came. "He'll take care of everything," I whispered, more to convince myself than Whitmore. "He's my husband. He loves me." Whitmore's silence spoke volumes, but he gathered the documents without argument. He'd tried to talk me out of this three times already. Suggested trusts, stipulations, safeguards. But I was tired. So tired. And I wanted to believe that my life hadn't been as lonely as it felt in this sterile hospital room. "There is one more thing," I said, my voice cracking. "My last wish. I want to see Adrian. One more time. At the estate."

Vivian kept her pace beside me, her eyes fixed on her phone, and I was secretly relieved she wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Our three years of marriage. Three years of unnecessary arguments and jabs. Three years of building a perfect facade of being a good husband. I had never thought we’d last this long. My initial plan was to destroy the video—the one that got me into this loveless marriage. Robert—Vivian’s father—had a video of the company’s dark past, a video that could bring my entire empire crashing down, and he was using it as leverage against me.

She hurriedly picked up the towel, her face turning crimson with embarrassment, and wrapped it tightly around her chest, holding onto it as if her life depended on it. “Whh…. wha…. what are you doing here?” she asked surprised by her own voice stuttering. “I'm here to see my wife " he said. "But who would have thought she'd be so eager to start our wedding night." He said moving even closer to her. Gritting her teeth “Don’t be mistaken, I was just drying my hair, you startled me and my towel dropped. Don't think too much, and besides this my room, You Mr Adrian De Luca should have common basic etiquette to knock before entering peoples room.” she said her ears were red from embarrassment and

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

"I'm Nicole Riddle, the Chairperson of the Riddle Corporation. I'm also Jared Johnston's wife. Five years ago, we got registered in Panem, but there was no wedding ceremony. As for those two kids you mentioned..." Nicole paused for a moment before she continued speaking, sounding casual, "They're our kids." It was as if thunder had struck. Iris widened her eyes in disbelief. "What did you say?" "Th-That's impossible! You've to be lying! That's impossible!" Iris shook her head with all her might. She could not believe it. "The reason why I told you all this is for you to come to your senses. Your one-sided love is a huge joke. It also shows how pathetic you are."

she says. We all giggle. "Here is a little something from all of us,"she says. She hands me a gift bag. I peep insides it. I burst into laughter. "You girls are naughty!" I say. "That's an exotic book. You ate are going to use with your husband to spice up things in the bedroom,"she says. Okay we don't usually get intimate note often with Brian maybe this exotic book is going to help us take things to another level. I am not complaining with my sex life. I am okay with how the things are in my bedroom.

the warrior urged the woman who appeared to be his wife, tapping her shoulder as if sending some courage to her body with the help of the light tap. The woman’s eyes wandered across the room before landing on the book that was beside the Alpha’s bed. She reluctantly looked at them before opening her mouth and making out meek sounds that they could barely hear. “You see, I saw the Alpha last night, he was about to go to his quarters after coming out of the forbidden library, in his hand was that book, however…” he paused her words and looked at her husband as if asking for some encouragement. Oliver could see the slight tremble on Can the pack member be even more stupid than they already are?