Wife Novels & Stories

"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"

I think I had offended her somehow. "Hello, I'm John Travo," he said, pointing to his wife. "And my lovely wife, Mary." Mary looked me up and down, her smile condescending.“Hello.” I beckoned to both of them. Mary lifted her nose, “How old are you?” Mary asked me bluntly. I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up. “I’m twenty-nine,” I replied. Mary grew a large smile, “Ahh… Twenty-nine and no children? Afraid to lose that figure, are we?” She looked me up and down, “Not much to lose- probably help us grow a little.” She gestured at her chest and hips. Well. Mary sure didn’t care for me.

I looked back at him, with him this close I could see the bruises on his face, neck, and arms. "Wolly?! Where are you dammit! I'm gonna kill you!" The women stepped outside and something inside me triggered. I put a hand in front of the child and took multiple steps backward. The women had short black hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in days. She had crazed brown eyes and smeared red lipstick on. She wore baggy clothes and she held a sharp knife. My eyes widen and I took more steps backward, Wolly following my footsteps as we got closer to the stairs. Her eyes darted in our direction and she let out a strange noise of disbelief.

She said insincerely, "No! Go on and find yourself a wife while I select another husband." His eyes were ablaze with wrath. "Who's on your mind?" She stubbornly continued taunting him, "Why must I let you know? You have no right to meddle in my business!" "You're my wife. Who has the right to meddle if not me?" "Who's your wife? Do you know who I am? What's my name and age?" "Victoria Jameson, a few months into your 20th birthday on 18th February. I saw it all on the marriage certificate. You should stay away from Sebastian!"

She taps play. The clip begins grainy, then sharpens—capturing the dim glow of a restaurant. Wade sits at the center of the frame, his arm draped around a blonde woman whose laughter rings hollow through the speakers. Across the table, Victoria’s face is composed but stiff, her eyes betraying humiliation as she watches her husband feed another woman wine.

vihaan played with her nip in a circular manner while adding a smile. "Do you want me to relief that thirst of hunger then? Sukoon doesn't understand what he was saying in the first place since she is shy, a shy person, and a shy young woman. But vihaan made another motion, this time giving sukoon a hard slap on the butt cheek. She sobbed. "When I said, "wify" I really meant, "wify , words I don't love to wait!" "Yes, yes," followed by another slap. "Yes, but!"

“Wifey. I am sorry if I offended you." Abby did not know why the macho guy was able to say such a sentence. The hazel-eyed woman did hear these words, and then she glanced at her life partner, who was still watching her. Abby did not know what to comment on yet. However, the woman in the white dress only nodded, indicating that she had agreed, even though she had not replied verbally.

the woman said and rushed towards Anna. Anna was still not herself and was trying to mind link her husband as she had learned in a book, when the barrier went down she said, “My husband Lee Bai, this is your wife Anna Bai, I take you to be my king. From your mark on my neck, I have become your mate, with my blood in your vein, you have become my mate. From this day we shall be one, I will not die without you dying together with me, I shall live even if there is a single thread that has to keep me alive it shall just so that I am yours only and you will be mine only. We shall die together and be reborn together, you are not allowed to take another to be your ma

Her fingers shook as she picked it up. She'd always known the passcode. Never used it—until now. On his chat app, she opened a group thread with his buddies: [Jared, 1000 days of celibacy today, right? You have to come out and celebrate!] [No way. Three years married and still no action?] [Lucia might be a bumpkin, but with that face and body? You've seriously held back?] [Obviously. He made that vow to Alice—stay pure for her. Jared's never broken a promise to Alice.]

You can come in. As the door opened, a middle-aged woman came inside. She had a backpack in her hands and as she came closer she bowed in front of Jack, " How should I help you, sir." Jack pointed at Nichole with his chin and said to that woman, " Apply your skills to her and make her as much beautiful as you can." After saying this, Jack went outside of the room.