Wife Hotel Stranger Novels & Stories

She felt a pang of jealousy for her sister, her sister’s presence seems to be everywhere. She rummaged and found so many night wears she liked. She wore one, took her drugs, eat the dinner; the maid brought to her room and hit the bed. The moment she lay down, she remembered her predicament; she was not only married to a stranger, she was also pregnant for a total stranger. Her husband; no! not her husband, but her sister’s would be husband or Mr. Bon-Hwa or whatever they call him, she hates to think of him as her husband.

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

She couldn't pinpoint it all. "What could I possibly want from you, Marina Wellington? I'll answer that for you”, Nothing! My interest rather is in your husband." She didn't know if she was supposed to feel relieved now that she knew the stranger didn't want anything from her. But wanting something from her husband wasn't also something that sounded intriguing no matter how sweet and deeply baritone his voice conveyed the message. "What do you want from him?" She fired back and had to pinch herself considering the fact that she didn't know this stranger and didn't know what he was capable of especially when being shouted at. People reacted differently and Marina expected him to react exactly

She strode towards the door and clicked it open. "You spineless wolf!" A voice thundered as soon as 'the stranger' stepped out. I swiftly moved to the door and I saw a maid, one I had never seen before. She had her hands on her waist, her breath ragged. Her eyes lingered on mine for some seconds before looking back at "the stranger." "Who took the last meal from the kitchen?" she shot, fury in her eyes as they squinted in anger. "I didn't," the stranger said, calmly.

There was so much more to take care of here than in my old pack. I threw myself into learning everything I could. I wanted to make Mom and Dad proud. One day, while making my usual rounds near the hunting grounds, a strikingly handsome face caught my eye. He lingered at the edge as if he were looking for something. "I'm Amy Geller of the Bloodmoon Pack. Do you need help?" I called out. The man smiled, warm as sunlight. "Hello, Amy. I'm Quincy Fairchild, Alpha of the Stormcrest Pack."

' " I've never had one in my life , ' she replied breathlessly as she sank down on a comfortable couch . Then it is high time you started . He made a sign to the waiter and ordered two White Ladies . ' A most innocuous drink I assure you , he told her . He was eyeing her critically . She had certainly interpreted literally his sug gestion that she should do the thing in style when she went shopping . Her clothes were really too much for such a simple occasion as lunch with one's solicitor ; she might have been going to a garden party at Buckingham Palace . She would have a lot to learn and he didn't quite know who was going to teach her . He felt sure that there were a number of things about

I heard the resounding simultaneous gasp of the people here. "Isn't that Liam's wife?" "I thought she ran away and walked away?" "It's Ms. Gold Digger. "Why is his wife back?" "She might ran out of mthink she came back to get some more." "I really didn't thought she was his wife, wasn't she the stunning woman before?" People whisper that I can hear. I turned to Liam and spotted his astonished expression. I approached him and softly touched his chin with my hand before bringing my face close to his and gently closing my eyes as our lips brushed against each other and embracing him.

Everybody started looking around for the groom. "Where is Carlos?", my mother whispered under her fake smile as she walked me to the alter. "I don't care", I said and then we reached the alter. Valerie reached out and took my hands. Everyone in the crowd gasped, shocked. "Hello Stranger", he said with a broad smile on his face. "Hello you", I said smiling back. "This is gonna be the best wedding ever", he said. Oh yes it is

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.