Widow 1v1 Code Novels & Stories

His dead body was laid on the floor covered with a white sheet with people surrounding him and a woman over his chest as she wept like a woman who is sincerely in vain at his departure. While me. I sat out of all those people away from the body leaning back to the pillar with my legs cuddled to my chest, my hands around my legs as I looked at her with zero expression as the tear strains on my cheeks itched. I'm outcasted from his people while I'm his wife. I don't understand anything. I was married just yesterday and I became a widow today. And no one came to console me but strangely three women who are his mother, aunt, and sister were consoling that particular woman while I am staring at t

Iris said as I burst into laughter. “I wanted that as much as you did but if he died just like that without suffering, of what use would my second chance be??? I want him to feel every pain I felt and that can only be possible if we end up getting married…he was a widower in my previous life but this time around, I would be the widow.” "That's my girl!!!! Look, I was planning on traveling back soon but because of you, I won't do that anymore…I am with you all the way in this plan of yours.” Iris said as I smiled.

Olivia asked with a rather curt tone that made the two people burst into laughter. "Oh, come on, GR," the second assistant replied. "We were just talking about the widower who married a virgin. Not talking about you," she continued, still chuckling. "Why am I so curious, I wonder how it feels?" The first assistant patted the second assistant's back quite hard, creating a sound that made Olivia wince. "Hush, don't imagine someone else's husband. It's a sin," she reminded gently.

He followed, forehead pressed to hers, breath raw, heart pounding out a vow. For a heartbeat, nothing else existed. No empire. No blood. Only the law they wrote in each other’s skin. Dom set her down gently, hands lingering to steady her as her knees threatened to give. He checked his phone—jaw locking. “What is it?” Eirwen pulled her clothes on, hands still shaking. “The Widow,” he said, voice ice. “She’s called a meeting. Tomorrow. Neutral ground.” “About what?” His smile was sharp, cruel. “You.”

Chapter 12 Wild Kissing Inside the glass building, Vanilla squealed, her body shaking violently, and could barely breathe properly. Her thighs were wrapped around Nick's waist, her arms were wrapped around his neck while her face was in the crook of his neck. In all his life that he could remember, he had only ever seen tigers on television. Maybe he'd seen one at the zoo when he was a kid, but he didn't remember it.

"Admin, I suggest we split men and women while we draw lots this time to ensure every room has one of each. After all, that's what everyone is really here for…" However, I paled when I read the texts, my hand trembling as I gripped my phone. My husband, Liam Johnson, had also participated in the last event. When he came home, he was even telling me vividly how well-organized the event was and how friendly his cycling friends were. No wonder he was so eager to participate again. It turned out their "friendliness" had gone this far. At that moment, Liam tagged someone called "Sweet Kitten" and asked, "Are you joining this time?"

"The Widow Protocol is a Retroactive Despair! If the Queen 'Accepts the Shroud,' the 'Sovereignty' is deleted as a Hallucination of the Grieving and we all get Formatted into Memories!" The First Luna raised the vial of blood, and the Great Bell of the Nineteenth Cycle manifested above us. She didn't strike it; she Synchronized it with my pulse. "Accept the weight, Darlene," the Widow commanded, her eyes turning into two hollow, white Zeros. "Choose the 'Power' over the 'Person.' Choose the 'Throne' over the 'Touch.' If you do not, the High Council will Hard-Format Eryx’s Soul to become the next 'Original Sacrifice' to keep the Loom running".

His expression darkened as he glared at me. My father spoke up first. “Nancy, is this how we raised you? “Anna is an orphan. Even her husband passed away three years ago. How could you be so cruel?” Likewise, my mother looked at me with open reproach. “Being a widow already invites gossip. Are you doing this on purpose?”

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.