Widow 1v1 Code Novels & Stories

The sting of pain brought tears to my eyes. There was a flicker of guilt in Janice's eyes when she saw the blood and my tears, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come. She said icily, "The only extra person in a relationship is the one who isn't loved. You used Mom and Dad to guilt-trip me into marrying you. I accepted that, but don't you dare ask for anything more. "Bruce and I will be having our wedding in a month. Get as far away from us as possible if you know what's good for you. If you don't, then don't blame me for what happens next."

"Vera, Noah's gone, and you're still young. You can't spend the rest of your life alone. Why not remarry while you can? "Find someone to rely on, so you'll always have someone to take care of you. My cousin here is a good man. He won't let you down." I couldn't help but laugh in exasperation. "Noah hasn't been gone that long, and you're already trying to find me a new husband? Isn't that a little inappropriate?" Matthew's expression hardened at once. "What's inappropriate about it? We're doing this for your own good. You're still young. How can you spend the rest of your life as a widow?"

Her gaze held nothing but mischievousness as she caressed him seductively while tracing her other hand up until she cupped his face "We have plan B, don't we… Vivie is crazy as we speak… losing her poor parents and baby, was a lot for her… Victor will be weak and frustrated," Valentina was sure Victor was only putting up a front. Vivienne was his weakness. He danced to her tune and did whatever she said. Victor was a man but listened to his wife. But now his wife had gone crazy hence he was all alone

I frowned back. He let out a heavy sigh and kissed my forehead. “The whole point to sharing our feelings with each other is to make it easier to handle the harder stuff. Why do you think it’s so hard for widows to adjust to life if their mates die?” “So now we’re both just going to lie here all night and look like the walking dead tomorrow? That’ll make a great impression with our guests,” I gave him a wry smile. “I could always try to tire you out in other ways,” his wolfish grin let me know exactly what ways he meant.

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.

"Riley! Tell them! You know who I am! I'm Josh! I'm your husband!" Every eye in the room turned to me. I met his desperate gaze, my own heart a stone in my chest. "You are Caleb Perkins," I stated. "My husband, Josh Perkins, died. You were the one who identified his body and had it cremated." He stared, utterly stricken. "How can you say that? You know it's me!" A profound, weary grief washed through me. He knew the whole truth, and yet he had chosen to let me drown in widow's weeds. He had watched me mourn him and said nothing.

“Since this is what Alpha Lucas wants, and both Luna Beatrice and Alpha Alexander have also agreed to this, we shall proceed with the union. “Noooooo!” Vivienne screamed and that was the last word she let out before her body collapsed onto the floor and darkness consumed her.

God forbid, even if I don't like him and would rather be single all my life than be with him, I don't want to be called 'a widow' just the day I am married. " Adrian Davian Walker do you have a death wish? "

You have received a special voucher to get a third companion. — You may choose either of your exes to join you tonight and win a $5,000 bonus. I turned to Leo, suddenly feeling my stomach ache in defiance. “What’s wrong?” “We have to choose an ex to join us tonight.” He looked at me in shock. I looked back at the tablet. Then at him. We just sat there in awkward silence as the system chimed repeatedly, demanding that we choose a partner. Or let the system decide.

The television in the living room was still on, tuned to a financial news channel. "Breaking news: Whitaker Group CEO Gavin Whitaker was rushed to the hospital today. His childhood sweetheart and top pop diva, Lydia Vale, arrived at the hospital immediately to visit him. The two stayed together throughout the visit and appeared extremely close, effectively dispelling earlier rumors that Mr. Whitaker had married an unknown civilian woman…" On the screen, Lydia looked worried as she carefully tucked the blanket around Gavin. The way Gavin looked at her with that gentleness in his eyes was something I had never once received.