Yandere Wife Manga Novels & Stories

“He doesn’t deserve to be with you, Sandra.” As I heard what he said, my jaw tightened. He truly wanted Cassandra, and his actions could even be called the actions of a madman. I quickly stepped toward them. “You’re still trying to force my wife!?” I immediately grabbed his hand, pulling that insolent hand away from Cassandra and pushing Cillian back. This rough action surprised Cassandra, but that man clearly wasn’t someone who would listen to words alone. Without even looking at me, Cillian shouted, “Damn it! Who is your wife!”

I shoved away the urge to level the dais and spoke to everyone to drown out his words. “You think a scrap of paper gives you the right to decide who I am?” I barked. “Do you think my bond is measured with a quill? Lana is my mate, to me. She is the one thing I swear by. She is my wife. There's no proof that you cannot have children with a woman that’s not your mate!”

What happened to it's Maren or just Maren. "I'm coming," she shoved the book inside her drawer and closed it tight, before walking to the door. She twisted the knob and opened the door, seeing Maren standing there. Alone. With a gift box. She blinked, "What are you doing here?" "What do you mean?" Maren laughed awkwardly, "We are both like co–wives or something?" Anna shook her head, "Lord Xandros only has one wife and that is you, Lady Maren." She said blankly.

He stared hard at me, trying to see if I was just bluffing. "Do you really want to relinquish your position as the lady of the house and leave our children behind, Raelynn? You said you wanted us to grow old together when we got married back then." I stated flatly, "You also promised me that you would only love me in this lifetime, yet now you want to take Leah in as a sister. It might sound nice, but everyone knows that in your elite circle, a 'sister' is equivalent to a sister wife!"

asked We Yan, noticing that all his wife’s decorations were truly very lavish—or more accurately, more beautiful—than the decorations at the parties of several high-ranking nobles he’d attended. “Hmm… Is there a problem with my decorations? Do you have a problem with all this?” Instead of a pleasant answer, We Yan received a question that left him speechless. Who would dare to cross this lioness at home? Even the servants didn’t dare to defy her; his wife’s knowledge of the nobility far surpassed his own, since his mind was focused solely on cultivation and the battlefield. He was just still confused as to how his wife could know all of that. Was she a former noble? Or was she actually the d

said Naya politely, with a hint of fear. The middle-aged woman immediately looked at Naya. "Who is she, Lucas?" she asked politely. "She is..." "Your wife? So, this beautiful woman is the one your grandmother told me about. Hmm!" Now the middle-aged woman's gaze shifted to scan Naya from head to toe. "Yes, Mrs. Andrean. This is Mr. Lucas's wife, and her name is Kanaya," explained Bayu. Naya immediately extended her hand to shake hands, and the woman named Andrean happily accepted Naya's handshake.

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

A young looking young man, he timidly walked to a shack with a shack, he kept looking around and maybe he was scared too. "Young men!" A person with a fiery body with a round chest can be the size of a watermelon. She saw that the young man also smiled slightly, "Are you afraid that your wife at home will know that you are here? Don’t worry, we have the best service with the most beautiful ladies.” “My wife is pregnant. I can't have sex with her…” “Everyone here wants to take care of their own needs so no need to worry, you did nothing wrong.” The girl spoke up, then lightly touched the young man's face with her hand.

squeaked Virando, lifting up his head upwards and tightly closing his eyes. With his several final strong and robust strikes, Virando deeper and deeper stabbed his manhood magical sword into his gentle pretty wife’s feminism pleasure valley. He squirted lots and lots of his quintessence inside his gentle pretty wife’s womb. Feeling extraordinarily satisfied, joyful, as well as exultant, Virando was seen landing down some of his quick, but romantic as well as intimate kisses on his Sumi Darling’s head and hair. Still with their fusion on their underpart bodies down there, Virando moved his body beside his Sumi Darling. He was now seen lying down on the bed beside his gentle beautiful princess