Cute Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

Shameless, yet cute. "We are the reason for this party and celebration, it would be rude if they look around to congratulate us and we are nowhere to be found. Don't you think? Come on, let us hang in here for a moment and I promise you that we are both going to have each other to each other for the rest of the night, with no interruptions. Check that out." I said he chuckled and nodded at what seemed to be a fantastic idea. It was a fantastic idea. No doubt. We shared a kiss and he went to have a conversation with his guys. I smiled at myself as I watched him go. That was my husband. How cool was that?

Maybe I was not expecting such a cute guy to be my husband. I had always imagined that my husband would be someone with a pot belly. "What!" His eyes went wide and he started laughing. What was so funny about the question? "You don't know anything about your husband? Tsk!" He clicked his tongue inside his cheek and chuckled. "Honey ball!" He brought his face close to mine... Like ... very close. My heartbeat quickened because no guy ever came this close to me. "I am your husband." With that, he pulled me towards him and his mouth started opening hungrily on mine.

“My husband is a very intimate, affectionate, physical person, you see. He just can’t keep his hands to himself.” She feels a faint squeeze of her fingers and glances up to find Liam wearing a smile equally as sunny as hers. “Yes, well, it doesn’t help that my husband’s adorableness is out of this world. Excuse me for my indecency, sir. You two look young and fresh and still very much in love—I’m sure you’d understand.” There’s a delicate tug at her heart at the word adorable but holds her gaze with the couple, stiffening when they exchange dubious, almost suspicious looks.

I'm not used to hearing things like that but I must admit that what he said had a different effect on me. "But I'll wait, wife. I'll wait for you. Always and forever." I nodded as he said it sincerely. One thing I learned from my husband, he's not the madman I believed he was. He is not as ruthless as the people in town believe. He's Mr. Shein and my husband is the kindest man I've met so far.

I followed my jealous husband and saw that he was standing by the window. I tiptoed, “I know you are here” he said. His voice seemed cute. “What happened?” I asked as if I was unaware of the reason. “Nothing, you all are irritating” he curtly said. I stepped closer and hugged him tightly from behind. He did not react, my husband is so cute when jealous. “Don’t mind her, she loves me a lot”, I said and held his rough hand in mine, “And I also love her, isn’t she adorable?” I was so cringed out but it was worth teasing him.

“She was jealous of us being together. Apparently, she ‘deserves' me not you. As if I’m some kind of catch.” “You are a catch,” I grin at my husband. “No. You’re the catch babe,” he says nuzzling the portion of my side with no bruising. “But that was seriously her reasoning?” “Yip.” “How did I manage to surround myself with so many crazies?” “Not only that…how did you date such an ugly fucker?” My eyes widen and I burst out laughing so hard, my side actually hurts. My husband grins at me and crawls up my body, careful not to put any weight on me as he gently kisses my lips. Xander’s arms are definitely my home.

Tracey watched as her husband exercised in the garden with weights and other equipment. He was topless and incredibly sexy. She shook her head with a smirk as she sipped her juice, gawking at him with passion. She gently put her glass down and continued admiring her handsome husband. He took a break after lifting weights, then jogged over to her, reached for a towel, and patted his face. He bent down and turned his head to her to give her a passionate kiss.

“You are insane.” “It’s a solid plan. We’d get a little apartment. You could take your moody pictures, and I’d bring home the trophies. We could get a dog. No, no dogs, you are scared of them, we could get a cat.” “Stop it,” I groaned, trying to hide my face, but a traitorous laugh was bubbling up in my chest. This was absurd and ridiculous. “Come on, say you’ll think about it,” he pressed, leaning in, his smile infectious. “I’d be a great husband. I’m excellent at... home economics.” The way he said it left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

she chuckled, this is the most purest smile I have ever seen, she said "why do I feel like my cold husband is so far better than this romantic husband?" I sighed and said "you girls are unbelievable, when I was cold towards you, you got hurt and cursed me, not only you but also your friends and my friends, everyone gave lectures to me on how to care for the wife but when I started showing love on my wife, she is saying that the cold husband is far away better than this handsome and romantic husband, what kind of sick joke it is? I know I'm not a perfect husband, but I'm trying to be per"