Aloof Woman Mga Nobela at Kwento

The woman’s face was smooth and tan, but there were some wrinkles beside her eyes, nose, and between her brows, signs that she smiled as much as she frowned. “Then you must be having some problems with your eyes and ears if you’re seeing a stupid lover’s quarrel,” Aurora snapped at her, which only made the woman smile in amusement. Aurora was on the last of her nerves because of the things Maverick had pulled that day, but the woman just had to come and be the final nail in the coffin. “Rude, aren’t we?” The woman finally said, though there was no anger in her voice, only plain amusement.

Eliff introduced me to everyone as I didn't know anyone. " Hello lovelies" I was talking to Amna when I heard a chirped voice behind me. I turned around to find the source of this voice followed by the view of a blonde woman with tons of make-up . She was barely wearing enough clothes. She was wearing a violet coloured off shoulder skirt which was barely reaching her mid thighs perfectly showing her curves. She was indeed beautiful , but a little bit showy. "So you are Abaan's wife hm" she said while eying me from head to toe. I nodded uncomfortably under her scrutinize gaze.

It's such a pleasure to see you again after so long," she purred like a kitten. A wave of nausea churned in my stomach, but I forced it down. What an irritating woman! Was she a cloth seller or does she only sample her body in clothes to sell to men? I don't usually slut shame people, but this woman was doing the most. She was shamelessly throwing herself at him. Have some dignity, Miss Girl! "Since the lovely Aurora's passing, you haven't visited my store. I heard you're now married to a human rogue, whose brother is a rapist and a murderer. Such a disgrace—"

Oh someone kill me now. I slowly turn around and come face to face with the woman I loathe. Alaiah is smiling proudly, wearing a cowboy outfit, her long hair is flawless, and by her side was an Asian male with ash hair and grey eyes, he has a chiseled frame and from the confident aura he exuded, I can tell he is a beta by rank. The woman saunters forward confidently and goes to my mate, I roll my eyes when she bows or curtsey like some princess, and both me and the man she is with let out a

“Martinez?” “Coming, boss,” the COO said quickly, straightening up at once before following him out. The moment they left, the girl at the door walked in slowly, clapping her hands in mockery, the sound sharp and deliberate in the now quieter room. “So it’s true,” she said, looking Tessy up and down. “Pretty face and fine body really works. “Some of us are working ourselves to death, while some people are using another way to move up.” She folded her arms and smirked.

This damn woman deliberately wanted to insinuate me in front of Rafe directly. "Rafe, what is the advantage of this woman? What can she do that I can't?" "It's not about utility, Aline." "Then what? She's nothing more than a contract wife, Rafe," Aline is currently grating on my nerves. How dare she say such things in front of me, pretending to be an innocent and pure young lady. That is not her! Aline is neither a saint nor a good girl. This woman is the personification of evil on Earth.

Exposing her long, toned thighs that flashed in the sunlight streaming through the windows as she spoke “Oh, hi, I’m Olivia; you must be Cathleen, the wife.” The woman's words were laced with a mocking tone, and she smirked as she smoothed out her disheveled hair. Her little red dress clung to her body, the fabric practically screaming, "Fuck me." Cathleen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the woman's obvious attempts to grab her attention. She took a slow sip of her tea, savoring its warmth, before allowing her gaze to wander over to her supposed husband. But the man remained silent, his eyes avoiding hers. Setting down her cup on the delicate coffee table, Cathleen finally spoke up, un

Annoyed, Afgan sat down next to the woman's resigned body. “Cuih! Even in a drunken state, I will not want to touch you!” Afgan exclaimed in a disgusted voice and wiped his lips roughly using his open and unbuttoned shirt. “Cuih! Cuih!” Adelia adjusted the position of her clothes and sat down away from Afgan, she was still lost in tears. Both hands were holding the front of her shirt, which had broken buttons. Adelia combed her messy hair with the other hand.

she said, turning back to Sylvie, “we’ve both left ours at home. Sorry. We can give you a lift somewhere if you like?” “That’d be a great help, thank you.” Sylvie went over to the car. She got in the back seat. The woman turned round to her. “Hi,” she said, “My name is Alba.” “Sylvie,” Sylvie replied. She finally got a proper look at the woman. As flustered as she was, she had to admit that this was a very attractive woman. She looked as though she was about the same age as Sylvie. She had pale skin and short, curled, black hair. Her makeup was quite simple and okay , which matched her hair and accented just how light her skin was.

No perfume, no jewellery clinking and no unnecessary movements. It was unsettling. Like she knew exactly how to disappear when she wanted to. But outside work? She was loud, bold and sharp-tongued. The kind of woman who could start an argument in an empty room. I hated women like that. Ally was the complete opposite. At least… I think she may be. Everything about her seemed soft. Her plain clothes back at the woods had given me that impression. Worn jeans. Barely any makeup. Like she was trying not to take up space in the world.