Wife Flash Novels & Stories

Each blow felt like it landed directly on my heart. The pain was suffocating. Eyes stinging, I held her tight, unwilling to let go. Then a sharp voice pierced the air. "Nick!" Before I could react, a stinging slap exploded across my right cheek. I looked up to see Hilary, face twisted with rage. She yanked Lily from my arms and glared at me with seething hatred. "Nick," she hissed, "we need to talk."

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

“Who had the guts to bully my wife within the Hudson mansion? Are you courting death?” His query shocked everyone; at the same time, it confirmed that he was indeed married, and the woman was not Fiona Grayson! Fiona, on the other hand, never anticipated that Galvin would react like this. He looks genuinely worried and extremely enraged to see Kristel’s pitiful appearance after she suffers humiliation.

It reminds me of my wife, she was a flickering fklame, u ntill t=she found enouh embers to fan her fire, and she became a fuckin beast. The only way she would let them take her, is if she had no choice, or she was unconscious. The force of the water splashing on her jolts her awake immmediately with a scream, as her clothes stick to her skin, the chair attached to the device used to electrocute someone.

Her perfectly manicured hand, adorned with rings, gestures toward me. Dasha, still swaying to her TikTok rhythm, replies casually, “Sir’s wife.” The woman freezes, her expression morphing into one of disbelief. “What!?” Her voice rises, drawing attention from passersby. People in the area start to slow their pace, their curiosity piqued. “That’s not true! I’m the one who’s supposed to be Alex’s wife!” Her voice drips with venom as her gaze flickers over me with open disdain. “She’s not even that pretty!”

~Rhys’ POV~ Felza's mouth fell open as her face contorted in pain, “Rh..hys?” she mumbled, tears streaming down her cheeks, “I can't believe this.” her lips trembled as she forced the words out. Felza is my wife, I could tell she was trying so hard to keep calm, but she was gradually going out of control. Her fists were tightly clenched by her sides as she gave me a final glance, “I'll give you sometime.”

Tears slipped from the corner of her eyes. "Hey!" Franklin yelled and returned the slap immediately. Thalia held her cheeks in her palm and Yulia smiled,even if the slap did hurt her. "Baby, are you fine?" He asked with care. "Frank, you slapped me!" Thalia cried,her voice cracked. He didn't hesitate. "Yes, I'll do it again and again, if you hurt my woman!" His woman? She was his wife! That triggered her, her hands flew up in the air,and Yulia caught her wrist before it could land on Franklin's cheek.

"You changed me, Adriana. You are not a monster, you are my wife and you have a beautiful heart. You are only saying this because you don't remember everything about you and I don't care if you don't remember but I want you to remember something, I love you." Ema stared at the good man for a second and had another flash. She sniffled and obeyed her instincts, Their lips locked.

She asked him to leave her but he denied and she looked away nibbling her lower lip. "Don't wifey it's my right not your's", he whispered in her ear. She turned to look at him and he eyed her lips licking his. Taking her hand out of his grip she left with her flushed face grabbing Ira's hand and he chuckled internally. While Farha excused herself after the dance and walked to use the washroom when someone pulled her arm harshly and dragged her into a room. It was so fast that she couldn't analyze what the fuck just happened.

She extended her palm, signaling for the whip. I did not know why, but I found myself nodding. Freya took the whip. Crack. She lashed it against the floor, and I felt the ground vibrate. My throat went dry as Freya’s eyes darkened. The soft, fragile woman was gone. Her teeth clenched as she delivered the first strike to Garrick. His cheeks puffed, sweat pooling at his brow as his face flushed red. I had thought she was joking when she said she wanted to carry out the punishment herself. Turns out, my wife was dead serious.