Wife Novels & Stories

Who focused on the road with her leg steady on the accelerator. Something isn't right Arlene Said to herself. She realised screaming and shouting at Barb wouldn’t change a thing. She behaved like a programmed robot who had malfunctioned. There were no signs of her being human anymore, like who would hit her husband and speed off without a care? She decided to take the wheel by trying to push her mum’s hands away from the steering, their father and husband was dying, he needed help and there she was running away from something she did. Barbs hand wouldn’t bulge; it became as strong and heavy as osmium.

Her wrinkled features were etched with a stern expression, exuding a palpable sense of anger and disappointment. Stepping forward with measured determination, the woman positioned herself near the door, commanding the attention of the room. Following closely behind her was Susan, Giovanni's stepmother, offering her support as she relied on a trusty walking stick. Grace, a pillar of strength despite her physical frailty, exuded a sense of resilience and determination in the face of adversity.

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.

It was already rock-hard and angry. “Open that worthless mouth.” He didn’t ease in. He forced his way past my lips and straight into my throat, fucking my face with savage, punishing thrusts. Drool poured down my chin as I gagged and choked, mascara running in black streaks. “Look at you,” he snarled, gripping my hair painfully. “On your knees like a cheap whore while your husband is twenty feet away playing in the water. Does Ryan even know his wife is a cock-hungry traitor?”

"Wife what is this?" "P-pregnancy t-test?" I said a bit nervous. "I know this is a pregnancy test. But why are you--- wait! Wife!" I became more nervous when he raise his voice. "Wife!" "Y-yes?" "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?!" "H-huh?" My heart beats so fast. I’m nervous as hell! I almost didn’t hear what Maru is saying. I was busy calming myself when Maru open the bathroom. My eye bug out. "Maru!"

Aarhan replied giving pressure on the word wife " Yeah, that is why you do not consider her as your wife. "Zarun added sarcastically " come on pal, I am not going to do anything with your wife. Chill I do not try on married women if they are not interested in me. She is beautiful but not my type. "Aiden said still smirking " how do you know Aiden that she is not your type? You have not even met her or talked with her then how do you know that she is not? "Zeenat asked shaking her head

How could a wh*re like her with no limits look like someone who is as timid as you? When the woman finished speaking, Elijah's low voice came from the invisible earpiece hidden inside Sally’s ear. "Pierre checked. "This woman's name is Faith Lou. She’s Director Wayne from Wayne Corporation’s wife. "She’s 41 years old, has no kids, and likes to gossip about other people. "But her husband has five or six mistresses outside their marriage which everyone knows about. Even Faith herself knows that, but in order to maintain her perfect image as Mrs. Wayne, she chooses to turn a blind eye.

she explained with a big smile. "Is that true? Then is it true that he is a mafia head? Then who is that woman? his wife?” asked Alicia. “Head of the Mafia…well I have to correct it, used to be the head of the mafia..now no, the woman he was with is not his wife…more like… hmmm…” she is silent and seemed to think of the right term. “Fuck buddy, she is a woman from Asia and a widow with one child, her child just died two weeks ago… a little girl named… Raine??”

"No, get off, I don't want you to mark me" Confused I get up, first, she's upset because I haven't marked her then she says she doesn't want me to mark her, confused is an understatement. She then sits on my lap and wraps her legs around my waist and says "I like your way better, I want you to make our marking special and yes I will be your wife, your love , your everything and if your good I'll even be your whore in the bedroom and just for the record I'm a virgin too"

"My mom will be here to pick me up soon, so you can just go home with your wife, um?" She emphasizes the word "wife" with a subtle smirk, the taunt hanging in the air like a challenge. Your wife, your wife, your wife - the phrase echoes in my mind like a mantra, each repetition a painful reminder of my own status. This woman seems to be deliberately rubbing it in my face, taunting me with my own vulnerabilities, and I can feel my anger simmering just below the surface. But my heart is secretly rejoicing at Shela's rejection, a petty,