Wifey Novels & Stories

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?”

“You’re my wife.” if I’m his wife……Why does another woman keep getting pieces of him that belong to me?

she added in grit. "Yes, my Wifey," he responded like a good husband. "Thirdly, do not leave this house, especially me, without saying goodbye to me, or kissing me. Alright? Is that crystal clear to you, Mr. Grey Liam Victor?" she said, and she put her both hands on her waist like she was implying that she was the boss of him and not him to her. "Yes, my Wifey. Very crystal blue," he answered, and then, he smiled at her last words that flattered his heart.

with a heaviness emoji. In just two or three seconds a reply flashed on his mobile screen, “ THEN PACKED HER LIPS. SHE WILL BE QUIET.” “ KISSING A TIGRESS. I LOVE MY LIFE.” He texted. “ THAT TIGRESS IS YOUR WIFE.” “WIFE? SECRET WIFE, MAD WIFE, PSYCHOPATH WIFE AND BLA BLA BLA … IN MY LIFE, IF I EVER SCARED FROM SOMEONE SO MUCH THAT IS SURUCHI.” He exclaimed.

I didn't know how he managed to cope till the next day. I overheard my husband in the bathroom, talking on phone with his mother, they both are like 5&6, he could jist with her for over 2hours cos she was a fun woman. "mama I'm not okay at all" he said. "what's the matter?" she asked. "ur daughter in-law, Ify is driving me crazy. Do u know that since we got married she's not performed her wifely duty to me" he said. "what wifely duty? Ify I know can cook and take care of a home, she's stayed with me for sometime" she replied. "ooo oo.... mama that's not the mean thing. She's a virgin. Every small thing, She'll say it's paining me! it's paining me! and she wouldn't allow me to do... mama u

I don't have any interest in spending my night with her but i am just distraction my mind from the conversation with dad and its fun to annoy her. "Are you out of your mind" she screamed. I grabbed her by holding her waist and said "why are you shouting wifey, i am giving you only what you want" "What" she asked confusingly. "Wifey, why are you looking confused. You were the only one who was giving me signals outside from the time we got married" i stated. I know she didn't but it would be a fun to play with her. "Leave me. I didn't give you any signal. Keep your eyes and mind open" she said while struggling to came out of my gr

“You sound like you have everything figured out. Almost like you already knew there was a possibility that something like this might happen.” “If you don’t have any plans to help the company, fine. Suit yourself and continue distracting yourself with that woman you married.” “Isobelle. Her name’s Isobelle.” “We have too much on our plate already. If it’s not worth talking about, let’s not talk about it.”

she said to me with an unfazed tone. "A friend?" I scoffed in disbelief, as I knew that she didn't have any friends, talk less of a male friend. She spends most of her time at home, so how on earth did she get a male friend who now takes her out? The thought of any man taking her out and spending time with her while we were still married only added to the anger that I was feeling. "And since when does a married woman have a male friend that makes her ignore her husband's call? " I thundered angrily at her.

She's always been the well-reserved type, selfless, sacrificing herself for others. Nathaniel groans hunching down, picking a wood tossing it into the fire then straightened upholding the top edge the concrete wall leaning his head between his outstretched arms. The quite night keep Nathaniel thinking more, with the while household sleeping. Each time Nathaniel tries forgetting and moving on from his wife's death-he finds himself right back to square one. Her death still hurt him mentally and physically. Thou Samantha moving into the house was still helpful-she just doesn't cover all the needs. A little was made.

I’m hiking to let everyone know that you are my wife. My old lady.