Wifey Novels & Stories

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

After Ramona and I made it official, life became something I'd only ever dreamed about. Every evening, I'd come home to a hot meal prepared by my wife—delicious, comforting, made with love. When my shoulders ached from long days, she'd massage them without complaint. And in the bedroom? She matched my energy perfectly. Whatever position I wanted, she delivered. Being with her made me feel stronger, more alive. That energy bled into my work. I was sharper, more focused. My income tripled in no time.

Surprised at his harsh words. "Don't take his words Seriously!" I said and held her hands. It looks like she was already upset. She had to. "It's almost midnight..let's go" I said before she changed her mind and we both went to the parking lot after carefully checking whether my dad had gone * "Your wife loves music?"Jennifer asked when we got to my apartment. "Call her Violet" I corrected her. Violet wouldn't like to be called that. "Oh sorry" she chuckled. "Looks like Violet loves music a lot. I mean your house sounds like a disco club!"

Like a dog who's waiting for his master to be home and have his attention. Jade's grip on my hand tightened. I can feel the weight and the intensity of her stare. Behind the sadness that coats her eyes, I see a slight annoyance. “I’m not going to blame you because I know you married him for your mother...but I don't think you deserve this kind of treatment. You are his wife! He should always put you on top of his list...not that scheming bitch! Argh!” she yelled.

"Wifey!" ​ Amelia was stunned for a moment when she heard this title. ​ Liam was standing by the door. He walked toward her with a smile and hugged her. "Wifey, thank you for trusting me." ​ Amelia was still immersed in what Liam had just called her. If she remembered correctly, it was the first time he called her like this. It sounded nice and Amelia felt a trace of sweetness in her heart. ​ Wifey. What a sweet and beautiful title!

"Leave the poor girl Esposa. Our village is so boring. Let a girl fantasize." "Let her fantasize about getting married. Fidel came to see her today. Poor guy. He brought flowers, vanilla. She just treated him like garbage before pushing him out." "I don't think she's ready yet then." Ema"s father still supported making his wife more agitated. "Support her all day till she marries that man in her dreams."

My cheeks had turned red and I wished I had just kept quiet. “Seduce you? Oh my fucking goodness, do you even know what the word wife means to me? It means someone more like a prison manager, a great burden that brings nothing but anger, sadness, and trouble, someone so unimportant and dumb. And yes, don't get any wrong ideas wifey, the only reason I'm talking to you is because I want you to get the fuck out of that bed now.” His eyes were dark, it was as if he was possessed. My eyes kept following his movements around the room till he left again.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

She wanted him . " Spread your legs , wifey "said Aiden's in a hoarse voice , his mouth dried up at the sight of his wife laid bare in front of him . She stared at him , her eyes flashing wolf and she growled defiantly - not liking how he was forcing her to submit without giving her what she wanted " Come on wifey , You don't want me to punish you in a more sadistic manner " " And what punishment will it be ?" " Not letting you come "

“Layla, what can I do to make it go away, I don’t like these feelings when I see you with him, what should I do if you don’t feel the same, I am losing patience and it doesn’t make sense if I let you go and be with him, you are my wife and nothing, not even him can break us apart.” I expressed how I felt and wrapped her in my arms and we kissed as true lovers. I slid my fingers into her wet vaginal and for the first time I was touching my wife slowly when she moaned, I got so hard that I can make love with her out here but no, she is my wife and I need to respect her, she is not a whore I can just sleep with within any place. I whispered to her ears. "Dear wife, you are mine." She jumped on