Wifey Novels & Stories

It infuriates me whenever he calls me by that endearment. But I. Am. No. Longer. His. Wife. I wanted to shout it at him right then and there. His face was only inches away from mine, but my nervousness vanished as he drew closer. It was replaced by irritation. Every time he called me wife, it made my blood boil. If it were in the past and he had called me by that endearment, I might have happily succumbed to his charms, eagerly waiting for the next sweet moment. I might have fallen for his manipulative gestures.

"Use spacebar in your sentence,so I can make out what are you saying.. alright?" " I said...I need a wife" "come again..You need what?" he asked and I was totally frustrated by now. "Don't you get on my nerves and hear me out clearly... I said I NEED A WIFE " I shouted at him. "Are you drunk... And how dare you drink without me man... I mean you are unbelievable sometimes" he started his melodrama like a typical mom. " just shut up... And help me to find a girl who can be my wife... Do you get that through your head... And yes... I want a wife beside me within a WEEK".

I forced a smile on my face wanting to look like a polite and respectful wife to Jarrod's friend, “Sir, I really hate to bother you but you're Cameron Petals, my husband, Jarrod Smith best friend right?” His eyes settled on the ground and he let out a sigh, “No” The smile on my face disappeared and I quickly put a leg inside his house when I noticed he was about to close the door. “Sir, I know you're my husband's best friend. I.. don't know why you're denying it though but you must've heard Jarrod Smith talk about me, I'm his wife Bella and recently something really big happened and he wants to divorce-” “-Leave” he interupted giving me a stern look.

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.

His fingers trailed down my spine, sending a shiver through me, his kiss deepening until I was breathless. I tore away, gasping, my palms flat against his chest. “Thiago—” His forehead rested against mine, his breathing just as uneven. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this.” My fingers curled into his shirt, torn between desire and the storm raging in my mind. “It’s not about what I want.” He exhaled, a humorless chuckle escaping him. “Then what is it about, Wifey?” That nickname. The way it rolled off his tongue like a promise, like a warning. It snapped me back to reality.

The ladies nodded, but their heads followed her until she was out of their sight. The phone had stopped ringing, but when she went outside back, it started ringing again. “Hello.” “Hello, Wifey. How are you?” Amelia rolled her eyes, “Stop calling me wifey, and I am fine.” She heard him laugh, “Well, you are my wife. I miss you. Where are you?” “I am busy.” She said, ready to hang up. “Busy? You are no longer at the office, so where are you?” When she didn’t respond, he went ahead and made assumptions on his own, “Don’t tell me you went to one of those dates again?”

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."