Wife Of Bath's Prologue Novels & Stories

Wendy says, bending over to adjust her shoes, almost tripping over her own feet. “Hurry!” Natalia says, and soon, the both of them walk out of the bathroom and out of the venue. They almost have a run in with Edward and a striking woman standing beside him. Natalia assumes that she must be his wife. “Leaving so soon?” Edward asks Natalia and Wendy, his eyes resting on Wendy a little longer. “Yes, my husband has got some important work and I came here with him. We have to leave.” She says, smiling at them.

"He sold you to us, little bird. He handed you over on a silver platter just to save his pathetic name." Rhys walked slowly toward the desk, his steps silent and predatory. He reached out, his long, elegant fingers gripping her jaw with a bruising, unyielding force. He tilted her face up, forcing her to look into his dark eyes behind the lenses of his glasses. "You are trembling, Elena. Is it fear, or are you finally realizing how pathetic your husband is compared to us?"

The young couple inside the room was startled. The woman gently brushed the dust off my boy and asked in a soft voice, "Little one, are you all right? Where's your father?" Ash nervously picked at his small hands and mustered his courage. "Ma'am, my dad is sick. He's very cold right now. Could you lend me a blanket? I can trade you my St. Christopher medal for it. Please help my dad, okay?" The woman hesitated for a moment, then hurried to a cabinet and took out an unopened blanket, handing it to him. "Take it. I hope your father gets well soon."

Lancelot bowed in courtesy. The room was built with curcular walls, and a high roof. Seven tall pillars built with skull shaped stones were arranged in a straight line, demarcating the council of seven witches, from the throne of the King of Witches, Grand Master Ahab, and his first queen, Diana. To their left, was a silver haired elderly woman, she was the only one who was sitted on the floor, with her legs folded beneath her, and her eyes closed.

Olivia followed Sebastian inside, standing slightly behind him as all eyes turned to her. Sebastian stood at the head of the room, his commanding presence silencing the whispers almost instantly. His piercing gaze swept across the crowd, ensuring everyone was paying attention. “I have something to say,” he began, his deep voice carrying an edge that demanded respect. The room fell into a tense silence. Olivia felt her heart race, unsure of what he was about to announce. “This woman,” Sebastian said, gesturing toward her, “is my wife.” A collective gasp rippled through the room. Olivia’s eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she instinctively looked down at the floor.

My chest heavy with rage for some reason, as I approached the bathroom. ‎ ‎I flipped the curtains open, but what I saw left me speechless. Leviathan was just taking a bath, and the women in question were just his bath ladies. Although their clothes were too revealing for comfort. ‎ ‎“To what do I owe the visit wife?” Leviathan asked, not bothering to spare me a glance. His back turned to me as he sat in the bathtub. ‎Swallowing down saliva, I stabilized myself, and politely requested. “I will like to discuss something important with you."

The priest was still delivering his sermon, and the priest had quoted from ‘the proverbs in the Holy Bible’ “he that goes into another man’s wife, reduces himself to a loaf of bread.” He shook his head in dismay. He has really reduced himself to a loaf of bread because of a mere girl, because he was chasing another man’s wife, he wanted to show superiority to Ren his rival in their Big Brothers Club. He shook his head in regret. ‘I would never touch a woman who is not my wife’ he muttered to himself. He had no idea that this was just a ‘tip of an iceberg’ as far as the humiliation, shame, disgrace and embarrassment were concerned.

She crossed her legs, her demeanor serene as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. "Next," she said, her voice an icy command. A woman stepped forward, her posture stiff with a mixture of respect and fear. She bowed low, her gaze never meeting Lady Bastuoal's. "My lady," she began, her voice steady but faltering slightly under the pressure. "We've learned more about Lucifer and his mortal wife." Lady Bastuoal raised an eyebrow, her tone sharp with expectation. "Speak," she demanded.

Chapter 17 She had no forethought and planning. Isn’t it? Sophia understood when a person’s days turn wrong even the wolves in the forest will start counseling them on do’s and don'ts. “You thought you would go to that womanizer and I will keep my hands folded here like an impotent husband? Ms. Sophia Campbell, you might not be aware of the qualities of that pig, but I sure do and I will not see my wife turning a whore right before my eyes. He will eat you alive and then sell you to a brothel the next day to fill his pockets.”

As he glared at his sister. "Why huh? Why is it enough." Cassandra asked angrily rising to her feet. "You know its the truth. We all do. She married you for the money." Cassandra said looking directly at me. "She's a gold digger, her entire family are gold diggers." Andrew was about to say something but I beat him to it. "What's the matter Cassandra? Can't keep up with the facade anymore." I said as I watched her fumed with anger. "It must have been so exhausting pretending for so long."