Wife Fantasy Novels & Stories

he shouted at the girl who was not only tormenting him with the burning of the methylated spirit, but with the burning sensation that came from her touch. No!, it is not okay, it remains one at the waist.” She answered in her normal voice. “don’t bother about that one at the waist, I can handle that myself.” He protested. “No! I will finish very soon.” Before he could protest, she had pulled the pants slightly down, and went ahead to dress the wound. ” Are you shy? Don’t be, after all am your wife.” Shy! How can Bon-Hwa Rohan Fernando be shy of a woman?

Therefore, a chaste woman like Faye would be a natural target for them. When Faye heard what they just said, she felt extremely annoyed. She had always remained celibate and had never had any intimate interaction with any men other than Zayn, let alone fit the description of a whore! In fact, despite being married for so many years, she was still a virgin. Therefore, these women were outright slandering and insulting her! “Nonsense! I’ve never done anything that would bring shame to my husband, unlike all of you. All of you are clearly married, yet you’re still involved with other men, which is an act of betrayal to your husbands!” Faye could not help but explode in anger.

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Forward thinking and careless. "Enough! Don't talk about it anymore. I'm just kidding, Ms. Diandra Safaluna. After all, who would want a cold, rough woman like you," I said, still not to be outdone. "Who would want to sleep with a man who pretends to be okay like you." She snapped and then stepped out. I rubbed my head annoyed. Confused. Messy. Is lust riding me? But she is my wife! How can I not touch it more. About those two years? Why did my heart suddenly feel doubtful.

It's a promise! " What do you mean, WIFY? Come again. Explain me! " he said stressing the ' WIFY ' word. My brows met together as I narrowed my eyes at him while shooting him deadly glares. " Ira is your wife! Stop playing with me, Mr. Wright! You can't manipulate me into your tricks again! I know why you are doing this. You want to get my son from me. But dream on! I'll never give my son to you! So, you better stop your dirty tricks! Stop calling me Wify! " I said while he just smiled at me. A smirk mastered his evilness as his eyes read the confusion on my face. Taking slow steps in my way he kicked the door closed with the heel of his shoe while in the process. His walk was so intimidatin

To spend the night being in his warm embrace. She is contented with their strange setup. It was not the perfect one she dreamed about but it works. She can endure everything when it comes to Vasili Wright. The danger of being with him. Of being his wife. The jealousy she always feels every time she saw him with other women, and lately with Sophia Saunters. She could still remember how she stalks him. She would always open his social media accounts. Gather every news about him. Watch videos and clips. Most of the time, she will be hurt by what she watches. He is surrounded by gorgeous women and he looks to be enjoying their attention. But it never stops her. She crazily continues to collect e

Ben's POV : Daisy…!! She was very surprised by my dinner plan and she loved the view from there. As she talked about her capacity with alcohol, I felt like she was opening up to me. And I would like to know more about her. After all, we are going to spend a year together. If we can have a friendly relationship, that's the best. I was in thought, that's when she called me. Before any of us could respond, Jayda came in. And she didn't leave her usual style even when I introduced Daisy as my wife. Daisy was polite, whereas Jayda completely ignored her and concentrated on me only. She even doubted our marriage and wasn't ready to accept it was real.

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.

“Bianca…she’s the delicate type too. Perfect third wife material.” “What do you mean?” I ask, frowning. “I mean that these mafia men, they think they want a sassy dragon as a wife, all fire and passion,” she bares her teeth at me, playful, making it perfectly clear that she includes herself in this category, “but by the time they get to their third wife? They just want a pretty, wilting little flower they can boss around.” She sighs, and looks me up and down, clearly indicating which category she thinks I fall into.

"No you are a certified jerk.''she completed and he laughed out lout.Falcone was enjoying her childish acts when she asked. He was drinking her beauty. SHe was looking like a Queen who was making her own terms and boundaries. The person he could lay his life. The top was a little revealing but enhancing her mounds and cleavage. He saw and met many girls who were nothing less than plastic dolls. He even fucked them but for nandini his carnel desires surfacing. The feeling to love her , cherish her till eternity. ***My Wife is behaving like a lamb but she is lioness a fucking Queen who deserve world on her feet.**