Wife Novels & Stories

Thomas pulls some papers out of the folder, “I have the contract here. As you can see, Maxwell signed his. The contract explains that in the case of abuse or infidelity that you are allowed to file without penalties. In two years, if you have no feelings for my son, you are welcome to divorce him without penalties and I will continue to fund your father’s care. If you divorce him before the two-year mark, then you pay back everything that was invested plus penalty fees. You won’t be entitled to any assets until five years of marriage. If he files for divorce before the two years, then you are not liable.” My mind is racing with different thoughts. I pick up the contract and begin to scan thr

I was glad she walked away. She would get hurt if I didn’t go easy on her. Katherine was a twig: no meat on her bones. She was one of the girls who overestimated their abilities over me. Not to brag, but I was over one hundred years old. She was merely 15-17 considering the last time I saw her. This gave me an extensive advantage over the girl I have been beaten by many vampire women, but never alone werewolf. Especially, not a lone werewolf who had just been hit by a car. She had a very slim chance considering her frame and accident yesterday.

Perhaps this will give me understanding. I order two waffle sandwiches with pieces of omelet rounds and bacon slices, remembering how Evers enjoyed the maple bacon donut that the wolf male had gifted me. The little woman presses the silver square on the screen twice, it says "WFB" and I make a mental note. I sit next to the door as I wait on the pink haired beauty to arrive. I observe the people who enter and those I can see from the window. I pretend not to see Evers as I 'read' the book while she makes her way towards me. "Aislaine! So sorry, I'm running behind. I overslept. Well, I always oversleep. You look nice this morning! I love the top." She sits down across from me and I open the b

I turned to the curious mad dog. "If it makes you feel any better, she's an omega wolf. “A!!! ". Mad dog let out a sarcastic laugh. I halted in my stride and turned to him. "Did you just laugh? “No, sorry." He apologized quickly as he struggled to keep a straight face. My cold gaze never left him. I didn't care about who loved Gwen and who she loved. I was done leaving her to half-baked men. Hastening my stride, I made my way to the party. Everyone was waiting.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

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 felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

Even so, Feby continued to look at her cell phone. “Hello!” she greeted them. “Hello. Who is this with?” [“Are you Feby?”] “Yes,” Feby replied quickly. [“Can we meet? I'm Widya. Ares' first wife.”] ***

Only finality. “Be my wife.”

Riana looked closely at her lover, and impatiently awaited an answer from Wira. Wira was still trying to remember if it was really that woman, but her appearance, and personality were very different from the woman he remembered. As far as Wira knew, only one woman looked at Riana with a look full of envy, and hatred. The woman whose face was full of acne, and who even glared at Riana whenever she saw her.