Wife Gone Wild Novels & Stories

"Whoo wee, it's getting hot out here," Pete said. Then he stripped off his shirt, and he was leaning his long, lithe body back on the hood of the sedan next to Abegail. She looked over at the young man who had made love to her under the stars throughout the night just a few nights ago, and she began to melt. She hadn't any intention of giving into this temptation again. She'd only done it then because the world had moved too fast for her. She was a widow at thirty-three, displaced from her home, and two of her children and her lover died in almost simultaneous events. Her life was suddenly over, but she felt entirely too young just to fade away. She had been loved frequently and well, and sh

Her eyes dilated as I stepped closer with a dark smile. “Do you know that Wilder is cursed? You might not want to believe me but if you ask the maids, you’ll get an answer. Wilder is cursed and his previous girlfriends all died when they were taken in. Wilder and I have decided to use you now to see whether the curse is broken or not. If it isn’t then you’ll die, Wilder and I would eventually get married and adopt kids but if you live, we would take away the kid from you and train it. It’ll be ours, we are only waiting for Gloria to die so we can execute our plans because she’s against our union” I replied and her eyes widened with amazement. I could see that she was struggling to believe my

“That woman is the reason your dad isn’t here with us!” “Enough!” I yell standing. I pull Ellie to me, “Our marriage isn’t a sham. I love this woman in a way I have never loved anyone. She would’ve stayed in the burn unit with me. If they didn’t let her, she’d sleep in the lobby. Ellie is my wife and I asked her to marry me. We renewed our vows on the beach for our anniversary. I’m thankful for everything that happened because it led me to meeting my wife. I didn’t remember ever being so happy as I am with her. You do not get to talk about her as if she’s the other woman! You cheated!” I tell her. “We are leaving,” I tell Ellie as I take her hand and pull her to the exit. “Maxwell! Julianna

Chapter Fifty Two. Piero did his best to look at everything, just in case his wife had dropped something on purpose or accidentally that would aid him in his search for her. The Find Location app was running in his phone, so Piero knew that he was moving in the right direction. Why did she go that way though? A cold shiver crossed his person as he thought of his dear Natalia being mauled by a wild animal and he shook it off. “No. She is just lost. It’s nothing more than that.” He assured himself.

"Have you gone nuts? We're in the parking lot of a family restaurant! she said furiously. He glanced out the window, dazed. "Oh. I forgot," he muttered. "Forgot! Hah! I do not want the worthy citizens of Bernhard, Arkansas, to actively participate in my sex life" so get your greedy paws off me, you sex-crazed maniac! She seized his wrist with both hands and yanked it out of her jeans, glaring at him as she buttoned them up. He deliberately licked the hngers he had thrust into her panties, savoring the sweet, rich flavor that lingered there

Even the musicians froze, one violin bow suspended mid-air. The whispers broke first. “She’s wearing… sunglasses?” “Is she crying under there?” “No, no, this is bizarre-” “She looks… frightening. Not like a bride.” “A bride like that… what kind of omen is this?” Rose didn’t flinch. Didn’t pause. She stepped onto the aisle and began walking. The musicians still hadn’t begun. Halfway down, someone coughed. Someone else whispered too loudly. Lisa awkwardly walked behind, unable to stop herself from smiling faintly as she thought, 'She has truly lost her damn mind.'

She'd simply stood still and let a stupid man make a stupid choice over a human girl, and the whole thing had fallen into her lap like fruit off a tree. Sloane waited to feel it. The thing she'd been promised she'd feel. It didn't come. What came instead was a picture she couldn't get rid of: Wilder on his knees in a wet street with a dozen darts in him, still trying to get up. Not for the pack. For a waitress.

Blackwheel said, feeling awkward that he had invited a strange woman to join him in a meaningless journey that involved them moving their feet slowly. "I will be glad to take a walk with a stranger," the woman smiled. Blackwheel led the way in short, quick strides, his right foot kicking out first before being joined by his left foot. "Do you have a husband?" Blackwheel asked the woman just to be sure that he wasn't making any wrong assumption about the woman. "I had a husband before but not anymore," the woman replied. "He is not with me now. He is dead." "What killed him? How did he die?"

"You just want to go against me, don't you? Do you know what everyone thinks of you now? They all say that you have a piece of green grassland on your head!" At the mention of this, Madam Winters could not calm down. Therefore, she said what she had been holding back since they were at the airport, "She got a video and was infertile. Now she even drives away your daughter! How can you marry such a shameful wife? If it were someone else, they would have divorced long ago. Only you want to show off in front of others every day. Are you stupid?" "Mom, be careful with your words." "Be careful of what? Am I not telling the truth?"

Wicked wraps one arm around her lower back and pulls her against him, flush against his chest. “I can’t wait, Wild Cat,” he says in a husky tone, getting off on making Ele feel uncomfortable. An explosion of red paints her cheeks and if I had got the impression that she was uncomfortable, being pushed beyond her limits by his remark, I would have jumped in and defended her. But I get the feeling that Wickeds’ managed to light a dormant flame within her core and even if she refuses to acknowledge it, her body language cannot hide it. Ele snorts, shaking her head. “Jesus Christ, I believe that within a month of becoming your wife, I may consider the unfortunate decision to step out in front of