Wife Beauty Novels & Stories

Wisdom just smiled and replied with a smiling emoji full of hearts. Wisdom can’t believe that she is Denver Mikhail Giordano’s hired wife for real. Well, she better be used to it because in two weeks’ time, she will be ‘wed’ to Denver and will be permanently sleeping on his bed—as a paid wife and a married woman to a billionaire, or probably both.

I stop and smirk at her, waiting until her eyes widen in light apprehension, before I dribble the rest onto her hard nipples. The hiss that escapes her goes right to my dick, making it twitch and strain against the leather pants. I watch intently as Bella fights the pain, but the glassy look in her eyes together with the sudden deep blush on her cheeks tells me that my girl is enjoying herself alright. I wait until the wax is mostly cooled before I grab her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, squeezing and rolling until all the wax has peeled off, and she is moaning with need. My lips find hers and I kiss her hungrily,

I bring my fist down on the table, causing soup to spill from my bowl, and shout, "Sit the fuck down!" She jumps, a squeak of fear erupting from her throat. She quickly pours herself a bowl of soup and sits, her legs collapsing beneath her so her ass hits the wooden seat with teeth-jarring force. I smile in dark amusement. This disheveled woman with rings of exhaustion beneath her eyes, no makeup, no jewellery, simple clothing and hair in wild disarray is a side of my wife I've never seen. I wish she was ugly, but I find her just as attractive as ever. Perhaps more so. This Luna is vulnerable, approachable. She looks like she's been freshly fucked. She looks like she's begging to be fucked a

She looked exactly like a good wife. It turned out everything had been made up. Every business trip had been fake. Maybe guilt had gotten to her, so she had used an even more obvious cover, trying to make me feel loved while making herself look like a good wife. Every dish served at the reception was expensive, but none of it tasted like anything to me. When it was time to make the rounds for the toast, they came to our table. Sinead looked a little awkward, and so did the friends around her. Still, they all played along well enough. One of Sinead's timid friends almost called me by name, but Sinead stopped her in time.

Nichole replied to him. "Oh, since that's the case, I don't mind their absence. Come with me. I'll make you meet my daughter and son-in-law ." Mathew said to Sarah. Sarah nodded as she followed him. While Sarah was talking to Mathew Williams, Jack's eyes fell upon Nichole. He was mesmerized by her looks. He had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. Her long curly black hair, dark brown eyes, Snow White glowing skin, cherries like red lips, and perfect figure were driving him crazy. She was wearing a knee-length red dress that was making her appear the hottest girl at the party. From the moment she entered the party, all the eyes were set on her.

She really hated cosmetics and did not bother to get them. “You have never used them?” Norah was slightly surprised. Nicole had never used cosmetics, yet her skin was so beautiful. It made her jealous.

Never had I imagined my Goddess to weep so sorrowfully. ‘Is this real?’ ‘The experts are evaluating. Looks real to me.’ ‘Our President is admirable. Such a beautiful woman is weeping on his chest, and he is just patting her head. Any man would have hugged the beauty close. He deserves my respect. I want to marry someone like him.’ ‘I knew my idols were the best. Thank God for rewarding my loyalty. Never had I imagined I would be seeing such raw emotions in my Goddess’s face.’ ‘Looks like this is real, the experts have confirmed. I vote for the people who fabricated this to get lynched publicly.’

She just managed to find her Task button when a half-naked man came into view. He was very tall and pale with very messy ginger hair. Laura had seen her fair share of mixed-blood models in her lucrative career but she didn't think there would be anyone who would carry such beautiful genes in such a wasted manner. If only this man paid more attention to his looks, he would have ladies swarming all over him. Too bad Laura wasn't really interested in men even though they hovered around her all the time. For Laura, her love was only for the bikes and the dirt track. You can take the dirt away from the girl but you can never take the girl away from the dirt.

“Oh, hi Casandra..” I turned toward the source of the voice, and I felt my blood run cold. I saw a woman with long hair, a pale and delicate pretty face, sitting in a wheelchair. She was smiling sweetly, but I could clearly see the sharp glint in her eyes, filled with unspoken conflict. “Nice to meet you,” Isabella purred softly. “Didn’t expect you to already be Sebastian’s wife.”

A slow, condescending smile curved her lips as she looked down at me, her eyes dripping with sheer contempt. "You really believe you're playing the devoted mother now, don't you, Abigail?" Vienna purred, her voice dropping into a dangerous, weaponized whisper. "It’s tragic, really. You wake up with a blank brain, put on a sweet little smile, and pretend the last ten years never happened." "I am her mother," I declared fiercely, holding my ground. "And I am Liam's wife." Vienna let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed off the high ceilings. "Wife? You are a temporary glitch in the system, Abigail. A broken woman living on borrowed time. You need to step back and stay away from Liam before y