Woman Marries Ragdoll Novels & Stories

This is the woman I married, this is the woman I miss. My wild, crazy, loud woman. Fuck, I’m close. So close to having her agree to a ménage, and the thought of it made me explode too.

"Meet Marie. My wife. We got married last month in Vegas." The room went silent. Greg’s face turned a shade of purple that matched the wine. Marrying a woman they had never met? A woman who clearly had a child from a previous life? It was everything Greg hated. But Greg’s anger was nothing compared to the seismic shift happening on the other side of the table.

Carlo raised a hand, cutting him off. “No need for small talk, Mr. Wilson,” he said coldly. “Let’s get this over with. I’ve got more important business.” Kristen stood frozen as Carlo picked up the pen and signed the papers like he was buying a car, not marrying a woman. When it was her turn, her fingers trembled so much she nearly dropped the pen. As soon as she signed, Madam Carolina clapped her hands. “It’s done! You’re husband and wife!” she squealed, fake joy dripping from every word.

my tone came out icy cold as I ate up the miles between us, my eyes dead when they roamed from him to my wife, bound to a chair. MY WIFE WAS BOUND TO A CHAIR. I muffled in dry cackle before I bit on my lips. “ Well, it seems we will be having a lot to talk about, first of all, why is my wife bound to a chair?” “ Oh, you are here. I knew you would always find her but I never expected that it would be this soon. I am having a little trouble here which I am glad you are here for. Your wife is having a little trouble signing this for me, will you talk to her? I know you might be a little shaken from the explosion last night, luckily you survived but this can't wait”

He was uncertain about its interpretation. “I can confirm the person who told you was an idiot. Did you know this was their second wedding and their third? They had a private ceremony, followed by a filmed second one for a show. But they were married before. I tell you Everett Stone is damn lucky she took him back. Despite Jake’s rugged looks, I couldn’t do what she did. I would be devastated if he walked away again without giving him a second chance.” “Well, I’m not Everett Stone and I know when I have something good. Excuse us, we must leave now. A surprise awaits my wife, but time is running out here.”

she nods at him and walks to the door. "Marie," she turns to me, her gaze questioning. "It's Savannah, and I am one of you." She beams at me and walks out, my husband nodding at her without taking his eyes off me. The door slams shut, and the silence is loud in the quiet room. He locks the door, and my heart skips a beat. "Is that how you greet your husband?" he licks his lips. "After a long day?" I roll my eyes. "You didn't tell me about the Ball," I point out, letting him know I'm annoyed. "Why didn't you?"

She walked closer to Nate and was about to ask him when she suddenly saw one thing from the wall. It's her photo with Nate; the two of them are looking at the old werewolf man, and this photo was taken when they married each other. "Margarett, Will you accept Nate Vowell, the Alpha of the white clan, to be your mate? "The old werewolf asked her. She looked at Nate, thinking of slapping Nate's face and killing him. She took a deep breath and looked back at the senior wolf. "Yes." That was the opposite answer of her. The truth is she doesn't want to get married to Nate. She only needs this to avenge her sister's death.

But today, he saw a side of him which he never thought existed. Wolves sure are possessive about their partner, there was no doubt in that but Miss Smith was neither his mate nor the girl he loved. He married her in exchange for financial aid to her father's company, there were no feelings involved. But after seeing the way he reacted today, he wondered if his feelings for her ran deeper than he showed. His train of thought was interrupted when he heard the sound of some glass breaking. He turned his gaze towards the man on the sofa, his hand was bleeding and the glass which he held was on the floor, completely shattered.

"Nathan, I know you're just angry! Don't worry, I don't mind at all! "Once you've calmed down, we can go register our marriage, okay? I've got all the documents ready. We can register directly here in Utheria. This time, we'll definitely get it done." "Register?" I scoffed. I had scheduled dates to register our marriage 15 times. And what had she done? She'd abandoned me over and over for another man. Now that I'd finally let go completely, now that I didn't want her anymore, suddenly she wanted to register our marriage?