Your Husband Is Mine Novels & Stories

"You've earned respect in your own right. Not just as my wife." "I'd like to think so, Master. But I'm so proud to be your wife." His smile is slow and gradual and warm. "And I, to be your husband. But Elizabeth, remember, you are my wife, of course. But you are not just my wife. You are yourself. And you have remained yourself. That too is something to celebrate." Inside, I glow. "Not the only thing though." "What else then?" "Us," I say. "You. Me. Singly and together. Husband and wife…" I lace fingers into his… "Master and submissive. But most of all, partners."

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

Then, it looked like a wrong thing to do but now it is perfect. I have him, my children, and my friends. They are my family. All these couldn't have been possible if I didn't marry ‘my sister's husband’

"What?! Get away from me!" "What if I don't want to? Come with me!" He tightened his grip on my arms. "I said let me go!" "Dude, let go." I narrowed my eyes at the man who approached us. "Why, who are you, huh? If I'm yours, I won't try to interfere." "I'm her husband. What are you going to do now?" I felt the man gradually let go of my arms. "Tsk! Next time, take care of your wife." I covered my ears and then walked away from them.

He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”

Because of the tone of his words at me, it seems it really does matter to him if my friend or the people I meet are female or male. "Yeah. Because I'm your husband and you are my wife. And you are just mine, and mine alone. So it's a girl?" I was silenced by his answer to me, I didn't know what to reply so I chose not to answer and just went into the walk-in closet that is here in our room.

“I am done here, since you are going to get possessive with me again, I will take a taxi home after saying good night to our rest dates." “LAYLA!!” He yelled and I stopped. “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.” He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me, I didn’t know what he meant but he is totally In control of me again just like that. I bite my lips and moaned softly when he slides into my vaginal with his fingers and his hot breath on my neck. it f

I entered and saw him seated already with his back facing me. ‘How may I help you?’ I asked, making him turn his back at me. He still looked scary as always. He looked so intimidating and scary. Someone who did not know him would think he had once served in the military. He looked at me with a demeaning look. I saw a slight hint of disappointment in his eyes and disapproval. ‘I heard your wife is not staying under the same roof with you right now’ he said. Of course he knew, he always stalked everything I did, and now he is stalking my marriage. I expected nothing less.

“This marriage has been decided. I will fulfill my responsibilities as a husband, at least not as abusive as your ex-husband!” He was not gentle at all, just poking fun at the old pain of “Erwin Wilson”. It is estimated that the original owner is still here. He will definitely make him cry. Erwin Wilson didn’t answer, Frederick Hall didn’t even know what he was talking about. He continued: “If you don’t object, we’ll be married soon. You know what my stepmother thinks, right?” He is probing Erwin Wilson, wanting to know if he chooses to protect him or follow his stepmother. Erwin Wilson understood, he typed: “I follow my husband!”

as if unveiling a secret world meant only for us. I lay on a sumptuous bed, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions while scrolling through social media updates. The remnants of scandal and gossip clung to every post, but all that faded when I felt a gentle touch on my back. Lucas’s lips traced a warm path along my neck, and despite my protests—reminding myself that this was just a contract—his soft, commanding whisper broke through: "I'm your husband now. This is more than a contract to me."