Wag Wife Novels & Stories

With clear certainty. “You’re my wife.” W-what?

"Oh. You mean jealous women?" The black she-wolf frowned. "So, it's a woman you're working for." "You-You-" "What?" questioned Agatha. She proudly sneered at her. "You tricked me," stomped the black she-wolf. "It's all in the way one phrases their words. And I got you good." "You're a cunning woman." "Woman? A woman is after my wife. But why?" thought Austin. “Did she steal their husband? Boyfriend? Loved one?” Austin clenched her fist tightly. “Did she cheated on him,” he thought.

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

“We both know no one knows you’re his wife. James has never acknowledged you. Everyone here thinks he’s with Susan. They’re waiting for their happy announcement.” I smirked, leaning in just enough to make my words sting. “Oh, I know. So imagine their shock when I go out there and let them know that James Ferguson is my husband. Can you imagine the scandal? Susan, the perfect daughter, pregnant by a married man. It’d be quite the story, wouldn’t it?” Mrs. Wenger’s face turned crimson with fury. She lunged toward me, but Mr. Wenger held her back, whispering something in her ear. Whatever he said seemed to calm her, at least for the moment.

"Megan, my dearest, perhaps you should mind your reputation before accusing others. Now, it’s my turn to ask you a question, why are you with my husband? You seemed to enjoy his company more often than you should.” “Well…it wasn’t like that,” she answered. Her expression grew increasingly uneasy with her eyes darting around the room as she realized everyone was looking at us. I didn’t mind a little audience if this was the only way for Megan to stop messing with me. “What do you call it, then?” I challenged. “An unmated she-wolf who spends time with a married wolf is called a MISTRESS, in case you didn't know.” My voice reverberated throughout the cafe, and I could feel the weight of everyon

A woman walks up to our table. "Drinks?" she asks. "Coke," he says and looks at me. "Water please." The woman walks away without another word. "I met my wife at a truck stop. She was waitressing. It's a rough life." His wife. Another sense of calm comes over me. "Your wife doesn't travel with you?" "She did for years. We have grandkids now and she takes care of two of them during the week while our daughter works. Her good-for-nothing ex-husband left her right after the second baby was born. I should have kicked his ass when I had a chance."

~~~~~~ "Her priority was her career but the day she married him, he became her one and only priority" Dia Agarwal a 23 year's old girl who had a rich dad named Aditya Agarwal but except of having a golden spoon from him when born; she never tried to take anything from him instead was busy building her own name and residues of her sucess story for others to follow.

My work badge, my access card, and even my personal mobile phone were all confiscated. If they were able to find even the slightest evidence, I would be grounded for life. I didn't know how I walked out of the company office building. I went home feeling dazed. When I opened the door, what I saw was just an empty apartment. There was a file on the empty table. It was a divorce agreement. I opened it with trembling hands. The agreement was pretty clear. My wife wanted to divorce me, and I was to leave with nothing. The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family.

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.

I didn’t want to show her that I did feel like kissing her. “Are you ok? You look a little nervous,” I tell her, a little serious. She looked at me, a little confused. “Yeah, why did you do that? Is that what you do with all your gourds?” she tells me with some disappointment. “You can only have one mate for the rest of our lives, that woman will be our only Luna, the head of our pack, she complements our being, without her a wolf has no balance, the pack would have no balance, if a wolf’s mate dies, that wolf would be a solitary wolf for the rest of its existence,” I answer her with a lot of sincerity, since apparently, she believes that I am an inveterate womanizer, something that before I