Your Husband Is Mine Novels & Stories

"The only tension in my marriage is deciding which gift to spoil my wife next…. The crownds erupted in a laughter, and before the reporters could press further, his guards stepped in to ensure no one else got too close.... "Sir, any truth to the whispers about a major acquisition?" Other questions where thrown his way but he ignored them as he led his wife forward ignoring the choas around them.... The grand doors opened and Mr. and Mrs. Mondragon stepped inside. Conversations in the hall quieted for a moment as eyes turned to them. Mr. Mondragon placed a hand on his wife’s back....guiding her forward...

If I abandoned him here, he could easily go find someone else to infect him with this curse. I took a slow breath, lowering myself in front of him. “If I do this,” I said, my voice rough, “there’s no going back, you’ll carry it for the rest of your life. You’ll never be the same. And if you lose yourself to the hunger, I’ll be the one to drag you back. Do you understand?” He nodded quickly. “I understand, I am ready.” I searched his face for hesitation but found none. Only determination. Against everything I had ever told myself, against all my better judgment, I let my shoulders down and whispered,

His pride is bleeding out all over the floor. “You don’t own me anymore,” I say softly. His eyes snap back to mine instantly, “I’m still your husband.” “On paper,” I correct coldly. “Nothing else.” For a moment, I think he might argue again. Instead, he lets out a humorless laugh under his breath before grabbing his coat from the chair near the entrance with abrupt force. “I’m not losing you to another man,” he says without looking at me, “ You are mine, Gina. Always mine,”

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and not so good times, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live? “I do,” I say with no reservation. Do you, Tristan, take Kyda to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold... “I do.” Tristan cuts him off. “For the rest of my days, I will treasure you and the life we have built together. I will be your safe place, your home, and you will be mine. I am yours utterly and have been since the moment we met. It is my pleasure to be your husband.” He continues.

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---

There were condolences from family and friends, a funny meme from Mindy, and a slew of trending news alerts. The photos on the trending feed showed Albert with a face full of despair. There was also a shot of him ruthlessly slapping Summer twice in the party hall. The term “devoted husband” became linked to his name. The messages from Albert kept coming. [I miss you.] [Please, tell me this is all a lie.] [I should have just taken you with me. This is all my fault.] I gave a sarcastic smile and swiped to the chat with Mindy. [Babe, we can move on to step two.]

To know his touch To be his, even to stay with him one night. I never fought it. I couldn’t. The room was beggared of gagging gasps and of grasping hands. My gown dropped off my shoulders and I lay exposed to his hand. Then he slowed his motions down… He darkened, his hand clenched, he understood. He froze. Elara...! his voice was hoarse, with disbelief in it. You, so you have never...” It gave me a blush of shame. I nodded, and this time I said, yes, you’re my husband. You are all I want.

She also noticed that her husband was very gentle and patient towards the other man, and such an attitude had never been shown before. Unfortunately, Jessica realized the difference too late. She had invested more than three years in her husband, but she never actually owned anything. Her husband only belonged to her physically, but she never owned his heart. “Are you sure you don't want to order food, Mrs. Brooks?” Suddenly, another voice broke Jessica's thoughts, and when she turned her gaze to look at the person who had just spoken to her, she could see that it was Tyler who had just questioned her.

she furiously said. " I can see you're jealous. How ever you cannot deny that you still want me or need me. I know you waited this long for my return you still belong to me." She raised her hand to give him another slap to save her dignity, but he was able to catch her next assault and continued to hold her hand. "You are getting fiesty, but I know you still want me and whatever happen we are still husband and wife. We belong to each other. After this mess we are in, I will prove to you, you won't be able to get rid of me." Tristan vowed.