Wifes First Dp Story Novels & Stories

Her eyes opened wide, as if she were in a trance, compelled to divulge the well-guarded secrets she had hidden deep within. "I've always longed for Ragnar to be mine," Daphne's voice trembled as the truth spilled out. "My world crumbled when he introduced a witch as his mate. At first, he told me it was merely for procreation, and I reluctantly accepted. But my heartache deepened when he began developing genuine feelings for her. Despite his past history with witches, his newfound connection with her grew stronger, and I felt cast aside."

she urged, her sweet smile and eager eyes telling me she wanted me to share, hoping it would bring us closer. “At the party…” “Yes?” “I… I met… a wolf.” “A wolf?” she inquired, sounding confused. “Yes, and that wolf turned… turned out to be…” Daphne leaned forward, looking intrigued. I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. Shit, this was harder than I had expected. “She turned out to be my mate,” I finally said. “My true mate.” Daphne’s smile vanished, her expression shifting to shock and disbelief. I knew she needed a moment to process, so I stayed quiet, watching her. It took a while as I observed the wheels turning in her head. Then she looked down for a moment before focusing on me a

My head was still pounding so I grabbed the coffee she prepared but her hands snap my hand away. “that’s not yours! Get your own damn coffee!” “Alright, since you already have called me a stupid oaf and I don’t remember anything, may I know why my wife is sending me death glares?” “You want to know why dear husband?” Opening her notebook, she furiously wrote “I’m actually writing it on my diary. First day as a married woman. Our wedding was blissful and happy. My husband promised to give me my wedding night after days of halting our sexual intercourse. I was excited to consummate our marriage when my dear husband fell asleep in the middle of his seduction. The worst part was I got locked out

Adam Daphnie and I lay together on the couch. I was leaning against the corner as Daphnie lay her chest on my back so my arms could wrap around her waist. The television wasn't on, nor did we say anything; we sat in peaceful silence. I gently grabbed Daphnie's left hand and ran my thumb over her promise ring. I smiled as I gently kissed her cheek; I was so lucky to be with Daphnie, and I couldn't wait to call her my wife someday.

Her name was Daphne; she was far drunker than me; she seemed to be a few years older; and I had been listening to her openly tell anyone and everyone how she celebrated her wedding anniversary last night by walking in on her husband f&&king her best friend. Given the night she had had, when Daphne offered to buy me a drink on her soon-to-be-ex-husband’s credit card, I felt like I could not say no. And, of course, that one drink became several drinks as we began to trade sob stories with one another. By the end, not only did I end up telling Daphne my entire life story, but I also ended up telling her all of my secrets. As in, All. Of. My. Secrets.

"You already had a husband. Why have a kid with me?" Her hand paused. Then she gave a small, careless smile. "I told you. Marrying him was for a stupid promise. Elliot, you're the one I love. I gave you the child you wanted. Isn't that enough?" She looked at me like she expected me to agree. Like I should be grateful. Everything I had been holding onto gave way. Just hours ago, I sat in that office and answered every question the therapist asked, leaning on rehearsed answers, forcing down the urge to end it.

“Darling, why did you run off just now? You made me look for you for so long.” Madison turned stiff, and she did not move in the newcomer’s embrace. She had no good options, and she did not know if she had to push him away. She looked nervous and guiltily lowered her head. The newcomer said arrogantly, “I’m Conway Ford, the president of the Viapent Group. Were you looking for me?” I glared at the man. The more I scrutinized him, the more familiar he looked. Suddenly, it hit me. This man was Madison’s first love, Victor Ponzi. I had seen his picture in Madison’s university yearbook.

My wolf liked it. - Daphne’s POV I had been so shy to tell him one of my sexual fantasies, but the moment he told me he loved me, I just couldn't. The heat inside me had doubled; I had just realized that I was going into heat when I read a book about female wolves and mating.

“ You don't have to keep your hatred, I know you haven't been that way, but I am here for her, for Daphne” His eyes flustered at me, a deep brown hue as he glanced at me. “ Did you hit your head on your way here? Or did you miss your way? Daphne, your mistress is dead” “ Wife” I corrected. His brows creaked. “We were married, she wasn't my mistress and never will be.” “ What are you talking about?” He threw that question at me. “ Marriage? Aren't you sick upstairs?” No one knew we were married, maybe Irene did, but no one else had known we were pregnant. It had been a whisk of that moment, that only time that I had been so happy that I knew I wanted to keep her to myself.

she shouted as Treyton pushed her over his weapon again. She once again felt Treyton's hard and long weapon inside her. More delicious. It's so deep and crazy. She will now be the operator. "Ohh fuck! That's it, Wife." Daphne ground her hips even more. She's ready for another flame round. This night, she never regretted submitting to her husband again.