Your Maker Is Your Husband Novels & Stories

“Only heaven knows what Ian saw in you before marrying you. You've always been a useless housewife in apron… a house pet. Pathetic. A charity case in lipstick” With a flip of her hair, she turned and left, leaving the air heavy with poison and the scent of her perfume. The tears came before I could stop them. I bit them back, muffling the sound against my sleeve, my breath shaking. My reflection in the mirror looked like a stranger—mascara smeared, smile trembling. Before I could leave, two women entered the restroom, chatting as if the universe hadn’t just cracked open in front of me. “What kind of man leaves his wife alone on their anniversary?” one said.

Nate said, and Maverick nodded to him. “Out of that seven, your mother will always rank first just as Kathleen will be the same to you. I remember some older person giving me their two cents on relationships when I was about your age. It was way before I met your mother, so I didn’t think it would ever be applied to my life. That advice was to make your spouse your partner in everything. Even if children come, they will also go, but your spouse will be there forever. It is better when they are by your side.” Maverick smiled as he saw the words sink into his son’s mind. “See, my son, Kathleen, is already all yours. Your child will be important as it is a part of the both of you, but they will

“I…..” “A responsible wife should be at home with her husband and take good care of him, more so, an incapacitated man. You should be having your honeymoon with your husband!” She yelled and I scoffed. Honeymoon? What hell of a honeymoon? Honeymoon with a man who cannot even stand or walk? A man who is barely alive? “Your son is hanging on to a thin thread of life. He doesn’t need me.” I retorted. “Well, he does. He is your husband and your master. You should do everything to make him feel better even if he cannot see it. Perhaps, a change of cloth or brushing his hair or anything.” She spoke once again.

Celine loves her husband but she feels that making love to her husband is a one time business not a regular business,and she prefers going to her business to make more money than staying at home playing and cooking for her husband,she feels it's a waste of time, that's why she brought in a maid to cook and take care of the house when she is not around,but her husband doesn't like the idea,but she can't do the way he wants, cause of her business,she thought

Kelsey was going to correct her but the woman's husband butted in. "Make sure to cherish both of them, especially your wife. Believe when I say that the best thing you wanna do is to make them happy. You know, my saying is, A happy wife means a happy life." He spoke towards Mason and he just nodded and grinned at him. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you so much. I cannot ask for a better family." Mason wholeheartedly announced and Kelsey felt her heart flutter against her chest. Once again, Mason was saying these sweet, charming words that made her heart skip a beat.

I hated that he was right and I needed him and the fact that he smelled like sandalwood musk and something else I couldn't place, something that made me want to lean closer instead of stepping away. "Fine," I bit out. "Fix it." He worked in silence while I prepped what little I could without the oven, chopping vegetables with more force than necessary. The restaurant opened in two hours and I had maybe three menu items I could actually serve. "So what's your story?" I asked, unable to stand the quiet. "Town handyman who preys on widows? Is that your thing?" Gus didn't look up from the wiring. "Your mother wasn't a widow when we met. Your father had been dead for six years."

When you control your husband's stomach, he can do anything you want without using charm. It is not foolish to submit to your husband, give him romantic sexual satisfaction, take care of his stomach, and make him feel and know he is not just the "Man," but your man. These really, are huge sacrifices, but they are sacrifices worth paying. This is because you will be the one to enjoy the man you will make your husband become and remain with the sacrifices. Do not listen to anyone, even a friend who would want to convince you otherwise. Make your home a lovely one, a nice place to stay, and Paradise on earth by making your husband the happiest man on earth to have you as his wife and woman,’ I

"Oh well, I'll be glad to make two or three more girls one day___" "I hope you make it with a right woman." "Of course! I will, when I get home... but for now I enjoy playing. I didn't know playing with a stupid girl is fun, right Mr. Playboy!" "You're a late bloomer, make sure you don't touch my wife or I kick your ass!" "I never even try." "Good." "Go home now and plan new things to help your wife Mr. Semi-substitute husband." "I will, thanks Henry."

I will make this marriage, my husband will love me, I will have the perfect marriage that our society is ignorant of. I will make a happy home with Brain McCoy, let’s see what obstacle I need to climb for this dream to achieve.

"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."