Wifey Book Novels & Stories

She huffs at us, rolling her eyes before pinning us with a firm stare. "Women write these books. You want to learn how to sweep a woman off her feet? There's your manual." She says, motioning towards the book in my lap. I look at the novel with a newfound respect before looking around the room. "Seriously?" I ask and the women all nod. "Oh yeah. I'd love for my husband to read some of these books. Maybe we could spice things up a little." A woman says and many others nod their heads in agreement. "Oh hell yes. Maybe get him to growl and call you a good girl." Another says with a giggle. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise and the younger girl looks at us with amusement.

After, John walked Sharon to the washroom to freshen up. He came back and went to the parking to get her bag from the car. He pulled out the bag, and carried it back to their room. John removed most of the clothes in her back, and Just then he saw a book in it, hidden underneath her clothes. The cover got his attention, and he pulled it out. It was a book that teaches woman on how she can keep her home happy. Things she can do to please her husband, and how to be a good wife in marital homes.

I tell her, pulling a book from the shelf. "That's okay," she says with a slight chuckle. "I'm still trying to be the single orgasmic woman." "Okaaaay," I say slowly, wondering if she expects me to comment on that. "There are different types of books depending on whether it's for you or your partner," I explain, noticing her wedding band for the first time. "For your partner, I have a popular one called She Comes First: The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman."

“Sign the papers, and we can part amicably.” I smirked at the clause stating I would walk away from the marriage with nothing. “Part amicably? So the last seven years of my life mean nothing?” Lifting her chin, Krystal said shamelessly, “Ray, you had nothing when you met me. I built my wealth from the ground up. “You enjoyed a life of luxury for seven years, and that’s more than enough. I can’t believe you’d eye my fortune. You make me sick with your greed!”

Edward listened to Adam Elliot's excited voice on the phone, and smiled faintly: "Since Mr. Elliot said so, then I'm not welcome, I really want to ask Mr. Elliot for help right now." "Mr. Martel, please speak." Adam Elliot said busily. "Speaking of which, my affairs are also ugly, but things have come to this point, and I am not afraid of Mr. Elliot's jokes." Edward said bitterly: "Recently, I had a conflict with my wife, she ran away from home, I hope Mr. Elliot can help me inquire about her whereabouts."

“He’s only five! Doesn’t he have the right to grow up healthy? “Who gave you the authority to decide for him? To donate his organ? Serena, you are his mother—you should protect him!” “I am protecting him!” She shouted, her face twisting almost grotesquely. “One kidney won’t affect him, but Noah will die without it! How can you be so selfish? What is a human life to you?” Selfish? The word struck me like a poisoned blade. I looked at the woman before me—the woman I had once believed I would spend my life with—and suddenly she felt utterly alien. Ten years of love, seven years of marriage, countless nights of support and companionship… and in her heart, it counted for nothing compared to a chi

He quickly shut his mouth. He stood up and wandered around to digest. Noticing Gregory holding a book, he leaned in curiously. "What are you reading so seriously?" When he read the title of the book, he froze, completely speechless. "What is it that's got your jaw hitting the floor?" Adrian also wheeled over and raised an eyebrow when he saw the title—"Accompanying My Wife Through Pregnancy." Beside Gregory's hand were several other books that were bookmarked—"Complete Pregnancy Guide," "Weekly Recipe for Pregnant Women," and "Dad's Voice: The Secret to Prenatal Bonding."

Let her walk out feeling like she won something. Now that same sentence sat differently. Not like the final word of a woman who had lost. Like the quiet warning of a woman who already knew what was coming. And had chosen to tell me anyway. Something wasn't adding up. The woman I had been married to had been careful. Reserved. Always slightly apart from the world around her, like she was watching it from a distance she had chosen for herself. I had mistaken that distance for smallness. For a life that did not extend far beyond what I could see.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."