American Woman Novel Novels & Stories

His fingers run across my body, pushing me deeper towards sleep. "You're mine. My baby girl, my wife, my queen, and my bunny wild," he whispers, and I smile. "Always and forever," I whisper. "And even after," he replies, as I slowly drift to sleep in his arms, grateful that I became a working woman and lived my life the way I have, which led to the perfect ending. The End!

I come right out not too long after and slip on the nightdress I had earlier pulled out. My eyes catch the my bag in the corner and a thought creeps into my mind. I quickly move to the door, quickly locking it. I'd really hate to be caught right now. I take up the bag and empty its contents on my bed. My eyes widen in shock as I recognize it. The Novel. The one I had wished to be sent to. How did it get here? I have to hide it. I don't even know why, but I get a very strong gut feeling to do so.

Emma Anderson, the daughter of his late mentor whom he always talked about. She wore a simple white dress with her long hair loose over her shoulders. Her face was pale. She looked utterly pitiful. I did not answer Zachary's question. I simply shifted my gaze from the screen that recorded another woman's preferences in such detail and slowly raised my eyes to his face. My voice came out calm, betraying nothing. "Weren't you working late?" Zachary took a deep breath, as if struggling to suppress some emotion. He did not answer directly. Instead, he stepped forward and tried to take my hand. Yet I instinctively pulled away.

POV: Maya Castellano Two things happened on the fifth day. The first was that she finished the novel. She’d been reading in pieces since the first night. An hour before sleep and twenty minutes over breakfast while Kofi answered emails across the table with the comfortable silence of two people who had stopped needing to fill space. The woman in the book did the brave thing on page 247 and then spent forty three more pages learning to live inside having done it. Maya read those forty three pages slowly.

The city moved at a gentler pace. People bundled in coats hurried through streets. Children built imperfect snowmen. Cars crawled cautiously through intersections. Life continued. Beautifully ordinary. Later that afternoon, Ama found herself walking home alone. Fresh snow crunched beneath her boots. The air carried that unique winter stillness. Not silence. A quieter version of the world. She passed a bookstore. Then stopped. A display window had caught her attention. New releases. Classic novels. Poetry collections. Stories. So many stories. Each one beginning with a choice.

“Yes, that is true. Now, come with me and I’ll show you where this book will be placed so you can refer to it as needed. You will use it to teach the women what is written in these pages, and the men as well, and begin a new nation of equality for our sex so that no other woman will have to make the choices, or be forced to make choices that are not of her own mind. For your children, and their children and their children.” Anna watched Vashti place the book into a box and then under the loose floorboards near the front door. She found a comfortable spot on the couch and curled up to sleep. She hoped that first light Vashti mentioned would come through her top floor balcony window in Santa M

Elle sat at her table and stared at the laptop, “A romance novel, eh?” She heaved a sigh shaking her head, “What the point it was all cliche, he ate my ears complaining how bad it was.” She pouted sulkily. She opened the laptop regardless and placed her fingers on the keyboard, she closed her eyes and took a deep sigh, “Fine, let’s give it a go,” She nodded determinedly. With the start of the novel, her fingers moved in a flow, the words went in a flow, she spent her day and night in front of the laptop, 3 weeks later, her book was done, she wiped her tears as she stared at her completed manuscript.

Indeed the way she stared at her justified well that she never witnessed any woman smoking before as she belonged to a family of rich ethics. Women weren't provided much freedom as compared to men in her family, to even be bold in such manner was one huge surprise for Serena. Indeed the city had a modernised lifestyle, here there were no compromises in women's need. Women worked, women earned equal as men. Women needed no men to define who they were. Sure it did surprised her at first but it thrilled her more to see women having so many opportunities in here. Serena felt the big city sure lacked a bit ethics and etiquettes but at least it didn't believe the manner of caging women all life.

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Allana is like ¼ of who I am, she is a fragment of my imagination, and there is not a time that I wished I was her, to be loved by someone like Augustine Kings. As I close the first book of the Love, Lust Lies series, I am hoping that you will join me as I continue to write the remaining books of the stories I had been meaning for everyone to give a chance. April 28, 2021 19:55:22 I declare A Woman’s Worth completed with dignity and pride. Thank you. For more books to be completed! Love, Lust, Lies Series A Woman’s Worth Completed (Exclusive in GoodNovel) Augustine Kings and Allana Dellaney BxG