Wife Beauty Novels & Stories

He was truly grateful that he met that woman otherwise he will never be able to experience such heaven. What was her name again? Aurelia King, the White Widow, a very dangerous woman who made him feel powerless. It was a good thing that he had his eyes on just one person and that was his little devious witch, Enchantia. Just like her name she enchanted him.

Wife wasn't sure she wanted to go all the way. Enjoy.. ***** It's also hot to set up dates for your wife. Has your wife ever been on a date? It's hot! My wife recently turned 30. It became obvious that she was coming in to her sexual prime. Tabi began to have sex on her mind more and more. She also seemed to become a little obsessed with her body. She has always been fit and trim, but she increased her workouts to an athletic level. Tabi is petite but not without curves. Her tits are not large, but they are round and perky and with hard noticeable nipples. Her butt is very round and firm. I placed a photo of her on our profile, so you know what I'm talking about. She has shoulder length brun

Because she was beautiful enough. Among that group of young girls, her beauty had stood out remarkably. Her face was fair, her eyes like black jewels, her voice gentle—like a little princess truly adored by all. The grown-up Aria was even more impressive: tall, slender yet curvaceous. Her face had fully matured, her features three-dimensional and exquisite. He could still remember the soft feeling when he held Aria's wrist. Her body was beautiful, soft, and fragrant. This was his wife.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

“She’s a competent secretary. In fact, my father recommended her, but if you’re uncomfortable with her-” “You’re the one who will work with her. She’s even recommended by your father. I don’t need to be comfortable with her.” Belle turned around to face Nikolai. Her heart was beating fast when he kneeled in front of her. “Your opinion matters to me.” The way he was looking deeply into her eyes was sending shivers down her spine. “Isobelle, you are my wife.” “We’re only staying married for Liam.”

She pulled herself back and wiped her tears before saying her makeup is waterproof and won't come out even if she gets into the swimming pool now and they both laughed together. Her eyes darted to the decorations she made again prepared for them the same he did last night and slightly hit her forehead. He looked at her with amusement for a sec and then darted his eyes to the direction she was looking at. "Ah... I just forgot to see the beautiful arrangement which is for sure nothing near my dear wifey. As you may not know, my wife is the prettiest and most beautiful lady in this world. And guess what I got lucky to have her all myself", he said pulling her to himself in one jerk and she gasp

It was your average type of comment. Keep Slaying. Looking great. 😻😻😻😻 There was a particular one that caught my attention. - I want a wife like this. That's both Elegant and Chic and can also be a whore just for me. Your Husband is damn lucky. I read the comment over and over again. I don't think I'm elegant nor am I chic. Wait- don't they mean the same thing? I honestly couldn't tell if there was something wrong with the comment. To me, It was a compliment in it's twisted way

On a late autumn day, a light but persistent drizzle descended from the sky. I was about to head upstairs after parking my car in the underground parking lot. Suddenly, a shadow lunged out from behind the pillar and fell to her knees in front of my car. “Simon!” I was startled. Looking closely, I finally recognized the disheveled and foul-smelling one-legged woman before me. It was none other than the once-proud heiress of the Snow family, Georgia.

Each person in this room was either a puppet master or a weapon. And now, I was supposed to be both. I moved like the bride I was pretending to be- that I’d been trained to pretend to be; gracious, poised, glowing. My heels didn’t falter. My smile never cracked. “Ah, the new Lady Vale.” A woman’s voice said, sharp and as chilled as wine. I turned to face Marissa Vale, Darius’ cousin. She was tall, with ice-blonde hair, and draped in silver that gleamed like moonlight on a blade. She was beautiful in the way poison often is.

Javior assumes everything that has happened to him is his own effort without the help of others. "At least now that woman is gone. We've even handed over the child to the old man. I'm really happy now. We don't need to see those two disgusting humans anymore." "You're right, honey. How about we do a night workout in the bedroom." Lia smiled shyly, but nodded her head. One of her achievements and still being able to be Javior's wife is to give the best for the man through her body. It's like a woman who works in a nightclub giving a body to a rich man. That's what Lia always does. They don't even care about their husband's tiredness at work.