Always A Woman To Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mom appears beside me, wearing her overalls. The woman won’t lift a finger in her home but she’s painting here? I’ll never understand this about her. “I see you brought guests,” I tell her. She shrugs, “I went over to check on her but she had company so I invited them both. It’s about time she met the other woman in your life.” She says, she always refers to the foundation as my other woman because I take care of it even when I don’t show up. “The justifiable one, one she can make peace with.”

"Not much taken, I guess. And you? Do I need to ask, Isa?" We turned to the woman on the floor, who struggled a bit to get her own words out. "I have no particular use for the male form. Never did much for me, honestly. That said, thanks to Serenex, I get turned on every time I see your smug prick face, so... I guess let's see how it goes. You want me to speak up if I hate something that you do?"

My mind again, slowly, neatly, shifted back to the woman. She wasn't just a woman. She was a miracle in my life. She was fragile. I did everything wrong, from start to end it's not the end but I somehow know-I'll end everything wrong. The only thing I know is that. SHE WAS MINE. SHE IS MINE. SHE WILL REMAIN MINE. That's the fact she needs to accept. I know everything about her, her past, her present and I'm creating her future too. Her life has belonged to me since I first laid my eyes on her.

When he was on the verge of liking that woman, I told her how they are just a weakness for us, for the Tri-Alpha, and up until now, he cannot accept the fact that I am correct with my words. Indeed, woman only makes us weak but I am sure that Victoria Stephens is an exception.

The only woman who had ever captivated me like this before was the woman in the red room. My wolf had confirmed that Elarian was my mate, but I couldn't reconcile the idea of moving on from the woman I love so deeply. Things would be simpler if she were as timid as she appeared and stayed at her side of the room, but that's not who she is. She keeps intruding into my space, looking as if she wants to be taken right there, bent over my desk, for her incessant defiance.

"Don't you know I'm a woman? And since when did shame ever buy anyone a boyfriend?" "..."

Why did I meet this woman? This woman, I also did not know her name, but I recognized her appearance. Because, every time she meets me, she always teases me. She just said that she became one of the women I became. And, every time I meet her especially when I have a female companion it always just becomes like that scene. “Is it not? Have you ever confessed?” “Don't follow me.” “What's the matter? Why are you being a playboy again?” “Shut up.”

I never have before experienced excitement and yet been more terrified at the same time as I do now. It is truly amazing how the things you desire can bring you to your knees. In saying things, I do mean a woman, that one such a creature can break down your defenses. I always believed that a woman should be my undoing, but this is an undoing that I do welcome. And as I stand here, I have never been so sure about anything in this life and the lifetime before.

The only woman I confided in. Turning the key in the ignition, I rammed my foot on the accelerator and zoomed off. The tears I had been fighting back streamed out of my face, unheeded. Why did it have to be me? Why do I keep meeting people who never value me? Why do I keep meeting people who only want to use me? Why do I have to experience fake happiness every time? Just when I thought I had finally met somebody who understood me.