Wifey Novels & Stories

I'm your Maid, it's not the other way around. "You're also my friend and it's not such a bad thing to help you out if you're helping me, as a friend." She opened her mouth to say something but my phone chimed which automatically distracted her. I grouchily took the phone from the bed to read whatever message just popped in. I was expecting a message from Alvin but it instead is a message from an unknown ID and it read: *** Hey, hey, hey, new 'wife'. That title of being a wife might not last for as long as you think because I'm on a mission to eliminate your husband. If you love him and care about his life, you should return home because I'm

“Everything with you becomes about us.” “Someone is threatening you.” The line went quiet. Damien lowered his voice. “I don't know who it is yet, but until I do, you're staying somewhere I can protect you.” Sophia swallowed. “I don't need you to protect me.” “Maybe not,” Damien replied. “But you're my wife now.” Her heart tightened at those words. “We're not really married.” “To everyone else, we are.” “And to you?” Damien paused. He didn't know why that simple question suddenly felt so difficult to answer.

" You're my wife Ari..." " Cut the crap and tell me what you want", she cut him short, " not like I even have anything to offer", " Ari", " Why? There must be a reason why you're doing all these, good food, new dress, defending me like that, tell me, what do you want?", " You, it's you I want", " Don't make me laugh, no one would want me, no one would want to have anything to do with someone like me, I'm worthless and useless...",

He fixed on houses and appliances. Kita looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Girl you might have let your future walked away. You gave that wack ass Damien a change. That man was too damn fine to turn down. If i wasn't married, I'll call his ass. I'm tempted to call him for you." She said with a shake of her head. "Girl bye. I don't need another man. I need my kids. And Hoe don't worry bout my kitty. I got enough toys to keep her satisfied. " i said with a laugh. We got up to walk to our cars.

i had a lil notification saying I got a text From wifey: hang up on me Like that again, me and you gon have real problem Connel To wifey : just get your ass here From wifey : get off my line Connel, youre really getting on my last nerves now,whats wrong with you? To wifey: what's wrong with you? You fucking that nigga now? From wifey : fuck you George....fuck you! To wifey: whatever(number blocked) Did she just block my number? My wife us really bugging....so I did what I thought was right for me at thi

"Need any help, wifey?" There it was again. That word. ‘Wifey’. He had asked me to call him by his first name and I force myself to do so but he never calls me by my own first name. It's always that word… ‘wifey’. And every time he said it, I felt those butterfly thingies in my stomach, even though I know it was all part of our charade. "I've got it under control, thanks," I managed to say, proud that my voice didn't betray my inner turmoil.

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

The room erupted in laughter, a shared moment of joy and camaraderie among the staff. Ariana's smile widened upon hearing Mateo refer to her as his wife. It was a delightful surprise, surpassing her expectations of being called his girlfriend. The weight of the term 'wife' carried a deeper significance, making her feel cherished and loved. Her heart fluttered with joy and contentment as she looked at Mateo, her eyes shimmering with affection.

“Wifey… hear me out.” That word snapped my attention back to him. I lifted my chin, my eyes hardening. “I’m not your wifey! Your wife, your recognized wife is Elsa. Not me.” I expected anger, denial, or at least hesitation but he showed none of it. “You’re my wifey,” he replied calmly. “Not Elsa. Not anyone else.” A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “Well, that’s not exactly proven, is it?” I said. “Those are just words, and I’m not dumb enough to believe anything that comes out of your mouth again.”

He kissed my shoulder and uttered in husky tone, " You are my wife.. So I thought to call you romantically as wifey.. Why ??.. Don't you like it ??" " Wifey.. Why didn't you tell me that you don't like to be called Gundu ??" He added in soft tone.. When I heard his question, I do not know whether to laugh or cry.. In this world, who likes to be called fatty, who wants to hear that word from the person they love.. Regardless of his foolish query, I told him in low tone, " We will get divorce next week.. After that, I am not your wife.. I don't care by what name you are calling me.. However, your fiance gowri will definitely don't