Wife Novels & Stories

Adelaide let her eyes move over the people that filled the pristine white space as their eyes all turned to look to her. Familiar faces stood out from the crowd next to Theo and she quickly made her way over. The tall female was dressed in traditional wear that stood out from the crowd that had gathered and her hair was auburn and long, reaching to her lower back. Her eyes were blue and wild, full of the wolf that lounged beneath her skin. The wilderness clung to her skin and was a drug to her senses, like a song pulling her back to the true nature of their kind.

She made a sad face. "You're sick. And it's men of little faith, not women." Don't be deceived by what we’re saying. We’re not that religious. It's just us saying what we've heard people say. I know. We're weird. "I know but you're a woman or do you have a dick that I don't know off?” She narrowed her eyes at me. "Yeah. It's right under my pussy. Come take a look." I rolled my eyes. "For a tiny second, I almost believed you." She laughed, "Okay let's be serious. What are your plans for tomorrow?"

Ajax agreed. The woman beside him seems to be curious about me. She’s the same height as Sereia but her fiery red wavy hair and blue eyes caught my attention. She looks like a siren. “Hello.” I smiled at her and she just smiled back. “This is my wife, Isleen. She’s Spanish Irish.” Aiden softly held his wife's waist and hugged her. “She said nice to meet you.” “If I’m the loudest, She’s the most introvert here. Well, cautious of meeting new people” Snow joked, patting Isleen.

The man said in a pleading voice. Bonnie sighed, "You sure your wife won't mind?" "I'm sure." "Okay. I'm Bonnie, by the way." "I'm Blake. Pastor Blake." Bonnie smiled as she, Egg and Blake walked to his car. *** "Honey, I'm home!" Blake happily said as he walked into his house with Egg and Bonnie. A petite woman with blonde hair and blue eyes appeared. "Oh, hey. Uhh, who is this?" "Babe, this Bonnie and her guide dog, Egg. They'll be staying with us until Bonnie gets back on her feet. Is that okay?" Bonnie's cheeks reddened.

“AHHH!!…you’re so tight!…Too fucking tight!…WIFE!!….AHHHH!!!!…..…Hah!……shit!…I’m Cumming!!!….…” “OOouuu~….ahahahahaha~…AAHHHHHNNNN~~!!!!….released it in my womb!!…..Ahhhh~…it’s hot!…hehehe~….my husband~…just marked my womb as his~…ahhhh~…”.(Angela)

the feminine voice said. “fuck. what?”the hooded person spat. “ she is getting married” “what!”

John joked Jane laughed, I didn't get it but smiled " A woman walked into the kitchen to find her husband stalking around with a fly scatter. she asked: what are you doing? He replied: hunting flies. killed any?. yes 3 men and 2 women. How can you tell them apart? three were on a beer can and two were on the phone." " It's natural." Jane and John said snickering " The teacher asked: what type of woman would you like, Jonny. A woman like a moon, he replied. Ohh what a choice, you want her beautiful and calm like the moon. No, I want her to arrive at night and disappear in the morning." jane said

He drew closer to her , making her shudder with pleasure as his hot breath flickered against her skin . " Don't worry baby " he said whispering in hot breath against her skin " I won't let you down but right now why , don't you go down and see her for a while until I take a good cold shower to settle myself , afterall my little wifey is jealous of letting other woman lust after her mate "

The Redefinition of Everything The office at Westbrook felt smaller every time I walked through it now. Six months married. Six months of waking up to Eli in my bed, his hand reaching for me in sleep, his voice the first thing I heard in the morning. Six months of redefining what surrender actually meant—not weakness, but strategy. The choice to trust someone else's instincts as much as my own. Six months of realizing the cage I'd built was finally open, and I'd chosen to stay—not because I had to, but because I wanted to.

“I once heard there have been sightings of supernatural creatures wandering through the forest…” “What sightings?” I ask, feeling my blood freeze at her insinuations. “They say they’re half-wolves, with human legs… werewolves, you know?” She nudges me and winks. “I don’t know anything,” I cut her off, pressing the flour tightly between my hands. “When what we can’t see breaks free, to hell with those damn things!” she suddenly mutters in a hardened tone. “What did you say?” I ask, placing my hands on the counter.