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Thankfully, Zivon was able to dodge in time, and after raising a slight brow, he was prompted to say, “Drink a bit slower…” Watching as the worried man began patting her back, Xavia couldn’t help but squint. Was he seriously not aware that he was the reason why she had accidentally spat out all that fruit tea?! Shaking her head, she then took the book from Zivon’s hand to read its header… ‘Pleasing your pregnant wife down to her soul. During pregnancy, women tend to be less sexually active. Here are a few tricks to-’ Slamming the book shut, the embarrassed woman then grabbed another book from Zivon’s pile… and to her dismay, this one was titled, ‘Getting your pregnant wife high.’ W-what were

Some instinct, some animal pull toward danger, the kind your body knows before your mind catches up. There was a woman standing near the far end of the room. She was laughing at something a man in a navy suit had said, her head tilted, one hand resting lightly on her collarbone. She was beautiful in that aggressive, effortless way that made you feel like your own reflection was a mistake. Dark hair. A red dress that fit her like intention. And she was pregnant. Obviously, unmistakably pregnant. The room kept moving around me. Glasses clinked. Someone laughed too loudly near the bar. A string quartet played something low and sweet in the corner. I stood there in my white dress and felt the fi

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

“I’ll admit, this is nice. Unexpected, but nice.” We order pancakes, eggs, and coffee, and the conversation flows easily. He tells me stories about his childhood, moments that make me laugh so hard my stomach hurts. I tell him about my favorite books, the ones that kept me sane during the worst times of my life. It's crazy, but reading how those women were in similar situations to me and took charge, changed the ending was empowering.

Beta Andrew kissed my forehead then he left. After I had cleaned up the house, I grabbed my purse, stuffed my phone, the house keys and the card in it then walked out of the house. It didn't feel strange when people were greeting me while addressing me as the beta woman. I couldn't stop smiling whenever anyone called me the beta woman. “Greetings, beta woman. What can I get you?” I was standing in the shop for vegetables and fruits. “Pack up potatos, tomatoes, some coli flower, cucumbers, carrots, beetroot, ginger, garlic, onions. And…” I paused.

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

Maybe I just needed someone to hold me. “Don’t touch me, Maya,” he said, pushing me back. I blinked at him, dazed. “Bryan… I love you. I really love you.” “What is wrong with you?” he asked sharply. The woman stood up, crossing her arms. She looked at me like I was trash. “This your so called wife just drink my wige ,” the woman said with a smirk. “It was meant for me and you tonight. It had… something extra in it.” She laughed. “Looks like your wife is more desperate than I thought.”

I had a stack of books and she left me the magazine since she couldn't take it with her. I pored over that magazine for days. One thing we hadn't really studied was the last pictorial in it, one of two girls. I guess it would have been embarrassing for us to look at it together? I don't know, all I know now was it excited me more than I wanted to admit, even to myself. I found myself pulling a book out of the pile "Women Daring to Love" was the title, and the subtitle was "Daring to Love Women" and reading that. I got halfway through it the first morning and afternoon and that might have been the first time I had four orgasms in the same day. Then the next day I was about to go lay by the po

Exactly as I expected. A woman like her wouldn’t trust anyone so easily. I took a small breath and stepped forward, my heart beating faster. This was the moment I had prepared for. “Mrs. Heather,” I said gently, “I must say… your book, ‘Half the Sky Is Still Missing’, truly inspired me.” That got her attention. Her brush paused mid-air. “In it,” I continued carefully, “you spoke about the importance of giving women opportunities in political and professional spaces. About how talent often goes unnoticed simply because it comes from the wrong place, or the wrong gender.”

The air hostess already helped me unfold the chair into a mini bed. I strapped myself into the belt so that whatever had just happened would not repeat itself again. I needed distance. Not just physically, but mentally. To keep myself grounded, to distract myself from him and everything that had just happened, I pulled out a novel, “Nearly All Men in America Are Crazy” from my handbag and began to read. *** Lucas’ POV My heart sank when I saw the novel she began to read. I knew that book. It was a bestseller that many women rushed to buy to understand how to understand the plans of men against them.