Being The Other Woman Book Novels & Stories

he murmured, voice husky with spent restraint. “No.” Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “I’m free.” ⸻ For the first time in years, she didn’t feel fragile. She didn’t feel like a woman taped back together with hope and fear. She felt whole. She felt like fire contained in skin. She felt like Eden Cross. Not the girl who wore his name like a chain. Not the wife who shrank to fit his shadow. Not the woman afraid of being too much, too loud, too anything.

She, a strong willed woman, was being reduced to a mess because a younger man she barely knew decided to ignore her after one intense encounter. The more he stayed away, the more his power grew. His absence was a masterstroke in manipulation. It wasn't about sex for him, she realized. It was about control. It was about making her need him. She found herself in the library, a vast room with more books than she could read in a lifetime. She pulled down a book on Australian history, but the words swam before her eyes. The only thing she could focus on was the sound of her own breathing, and the silence of the house.

“Okay, Sky, just show him the photo of the book you took. That way, he’ll see it’s nothing suspicious and everyone can calm the hell down.” She immediately shook her head. “No, I can’t.” I frowned. “Why not?” She hesitated. Then, leaning in, she whisper-yelled, “Because… because it’s a photo of an erotic book and it would be embarrassing to show him that I’m interested in reading it.” I pressed my lips together so hard I nearly pulled a muscle trying not to laugh. “Sky, be serious. You—the same woman who once made eye contact with a waiter while ordering ‘extra creamy’ pasta without breaking a sweat—are embarrassed about an erotic book? This is your line?”

as his body didn't stiffen under her touch the way it did with mine. Instead, he let out a slow breath, his eyes closing briefly as if she was the only thing in the world that could calm him. I had decorated the room with love. Cooked with love. Dressed with love. For my husband. But in the end, only she could soothe him. Only The Other Woman could give him the comfort... ***

“Why am I not supposed to be happy with Beta Andrew? Andy doesn't judge me. He made me who I am now. And I no longer care what you think or believe. I am no longer yours.” I was looking for any signs of distress or even fear. But I found nothing at all. Everything was perfect with her. She didn't have her wolf, yet her powerful atre made me wonder if she had been hiding something. “The door is that way. Leave before I kick you out of my room. It would tarnish your reputation if a beta woman would kick you out of her room. Your perfect mate is waiting for you in your room. You should go to her and leave me alone.” I grabbed her hand and slammed her against the wall. She had forgotten who was

"She's right. There is no greater virtue than saving a life." "Exactly. What kind of grudge could matter more than a life? They've already gone on their knees." A middle-aged woman holding a thermos stood near the front of the crowd and jerked her chin toward my door. "I heard about it yesterday. That girl looked pretty kind at first glance. Who would've thought her heart would be this cold?" Someone beside her immediately agreed. "Right? Her husband is at death's door, and she's lying in there pretending to be sick. I heard she's refusing on purpose."

“Never. It’s like loving a woman with multiple personalities. When she’s at home, she’s so simple, sweet, and thoughtful. Then there’s her alter ego, T.S. Prince, the author, advocate, activist, and opinionated, and this person in the office, the hardworking princess, who is generous, selfless, and compassionate.” “There’s the fourth,” she said, smiling at Linden. “I have a darkest and wildest side that he only knows. Please, have a seat.” As we sat down before her, Linden said that made her laugh, “I think that scene in Chapter 37 explains it all.” “You read the book?” she asked with enthusiasm. “Of course. My wife and I made the pre-order. She has a copy, and so am I.” “Oh, my God.” Pink b

“Valios can handle himself against you. Sure he might break a few bones, but he'll live. His beast wouldn't have liked it if I'd interfered.” I huffed, carefully unwrapping the cloth around my fist. “Your beast is slowly getting out of control. Even if you can't take Merilyn, there are other women who would gladly spend the night in your bed.” But none of them smelled like honeyed jasmine wrapped in pine, or the smell of earth after a fresh rain. None of them felt like everything going wrong in my life and yet going right. None of them made my beast rage— The last thought made me scowl. Shouldn't that be what I wanted? And yet the thought of being with another woman besides the one who fell

That was the account of a woman who had bought candles on sale and had eaten the meal alone and had worn the green dress to a dinner she attended by herself. "Yes," I said. "I am ready." "Good," she said. "Call me after the Thursday meeting." I put the phone down. Went to the bassinet. Picked up Eleanor. She looked at me with the dark, patient eyes. "Someone is going to publish the book," I said. She looked at me. "The book I wrote for the women in the long middle," I said. She kept looking. "You were born in the chapter about arrival," I said. "You are in the book."

I turned to them offended by their insults but I shouldn't have because it gave them the morale to continue as a woman also mocked "Mr Aaron is the interviewer and I am very sure she must have seduced him. How shameless can ladies of nowadays be" "Yeah, he had never interviewed us since I had been applying, '' the second man who made a statement earlier said, confirming the woman's false prediction. I stared at them intrepidly and hollered with a cranking voice. "I worked hard for it.. to..o just like you all did!"