Widow 1v1 Code Novels & Stories

********** Aurora Beauchamp At a Tavern You see I have a weakness for men and women who has a pretty mouth like yours and I refuse to live in a world where this beautiful mouth of yours is used for anything except eating out my clit.”Aurora whispers to her new target as she uses her hand to grope and fondle her female target's breast. Pinching and twisting her nipple hard enough to force a whimper from her throat. “So tell me you don’t have a husband at home waiting. Tell me you’re all mine tonight.”She coos at the pretty dressed lady who looks flawlessly dressed like nobility.. "I'm a widow"She says swallowing, immediately those words left her lips. Excitement begins to stream and pump into

"Stop! Please stop. No matter what, he's still my husband." Her words only made things worse. Someone in the gallery shouted, "He's an animal! Don't pity him, Hazel!" Court security quickly restrained those who had lost control. When the crowd finally settled, I was lying on the floor, my body twitching. "Dear, are you alright?" Hazel kneeled beside me, pressing her hands against my chest, shaking me desperately. "Please be okay! I'll agree to the divorce, alright? Your well-being is all that matters!"

Three months ago, my husband, Second Lieutenant Daniel Hawthorne, and his older brother, Thomas, were deployed to the front. A month later, only Daniel came back. Thomas was dead. In a time like this—when cities burned overnight and lives disappeared without warning—a widow had no ground to stand on. Eleanor, Thomas’s wife, unraveled quickly. She cried until her voice broke, starved herself, wandered at night as if hoping the war might take her too. She tried to end her life.

Nikita fumed and walked to stand beside her husband. The elder man looked at Alpha Zenith as he asked, “Alpha Zenith Beckham, do you take Violet Scott as your lawful wife and Luna swearing on the Moon goddess and your powers as Alpha?” Zenith spoke without hesitation. “I do.” The elder man turned towards Violet. “Do you, Violet Scott, in swearing on the Moon goddess, take Alpha Zenith as your lawful wedded Alpha and husband?” Violet's throat dried for a moment as she looked at Zenith. His emotionless yet warning gaze scared her for a moment. But she knew backing up was not an option anymore.

She said as he handed over Victoria’s picture to him. “It seems like lately Ian has taken some interest in this woman. Her name is Victoria Howler. She is the widow of Wilfred Howler. Initially I thought their relationship is strictly business but rumors and pictures have been circulating lately that indicate otherwise.” She explained. Cedric raised his brow, still not getting his sister’s plan. “Okay, so what are you thinking of?” He asked.

She paused as she fumbled for the piece of paper where she had written her vows, making everyone burst into laughter. She looked at him after reading part of it. "I promise to keep the spark alive between us, and to laugh at your jokes whether or not they are funny." Everyone laughed. "To continue being the most honest version of myself to you, and from this day forward, everything I have belongs to you—my mind, my heart, and my body." The audience burst out laughing and when she saw Constance dab a handkerchief at her eyes, her own eyes stung. "I, Livian Dumont, take you, Gemma Arnaud, as my only wife." Livian started his vows as if he couldn't believe he was finally getting the chance to

Liam's voice pulled me back to reality, and I quickly stepped away from Miles and turned to him. "Oh, that? Uhm..." "There is no reason to tell you she was getting married. And now that you know that she is married, stay away from her..." Miles paused, then took a step toward Liam and locked eyes with him. "Stay away from my woman. She is mine alone," Even though it was cringe, crazy, and annoying, I couldn't deny that my heart fluttered when he said that. I couldn't deny the excitement that filled my heart upon hearing him claiming me like he was obsessed with me. Well, deep inside me, I was sure that Miles was just messing with me. I wasn't the type of woman he would be obsessed with, and

She slammed her palm onto the scanner. ERROR: INSUFFICIENT AUTHORIZATION. "What? No. No, no, no!" She hammered the glass. "I'm a Vane! I have the signature! Accept it, you piece of shit!" AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED: DUAL-KEY SIGNATURE. TWO DIRECT-LINE VANES MUST INITIALIZE MERCY PROTOCOL. "It needs two of us," Bianca whispered. The wind caught her hair, whipping it across her face. "Dante, it won't take just me. It needs a bridge. Two points of contact to close the circuit."

My twin sister, Vivian Hall and I were inseparable. Then she died. Three months later, I married her husband, Lawrence Peterson. For five years, he only touched me once a year, on our birthday. He made me wear her silk nightgowns. He made me put on her signature red lipstick. He forced me to mimic every detail, from the exact way she brushed back her hair to the soft sound of her voice in the dark. "Lift the corners of your lips," he whispered against my skin, his breath burning hot, his words ice cold. "Vivian never smiled so cheaply." He pulled me closer, burying his face in my neck. "Do you know why I only touch you tonight?" he breathed. "Because tonight is the only night I

I've just booked a restaurant for my seventh wedding anniversary with my wife, Melanie Rowland, when several lines of text suddenly appear across my vision. "Would you like to take part in a loyalty test? "We'll randomly give your wife a system. If she tells you about it, you win, and the two of you will receive one million dollars." After seven years of marriage, I have no doubt Melanie loves me. As far as I'm concerned, that million dollars is already in the bag. Still, I'm curious enough to ask one question. "What if we lose?" "If you lose, it proves your marriage has failed. In return, you'll receive a mystery prize big enough to let you start your life over. "The price of partici