Book On Women Novels & Stories

She had wondered privately if the stink of the city alone could coerce her to follow her husband’s command to stay indoors, though she considered it highly unlikely. As she had paused to examine the books lining the shelves, the faint beginnings of her good humour had fled. The titles on the spines leered down at her, the jagged lettering contriving rotten faces of their own. Woman and Sin, they read. The Keeping of a Good Wife. Accomplishments Acceptable in the Female Gender.

"Well, we have Tickle Your Fancy - A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure. Taking it off the shelf, I show her the cover. It has a picture of a woman with her eyes closed, head thrown back, apparently in the throes of self-pleasure. "What a great title," she says, looking at the book." It's been a long time since my fancy's been tickled properly." She's smiling as she flips the pages. Not wanting to walk away from this beautiful, sexually candid woman, I reach for a familiar yellow book and tell her, "of course, if you're really desperate, there's always Sex For Dummies." "Oh great! We just met and already you're calling me names!" she says flirtatiously. She looks me in the eyes and dips h

I just wish she'd realize that. Besides, I doubt she'd find anything that she could actually blackmail me with. Well, except for the maternity books I got when she just moved in here—about a thousand dollars worth of them. I knew nothing about pregnancy then, and reading those books helped me see through her difficulty. We wouldn't have gotten this far if I hadn't read them. Eventually, I stopped reading them for the knowledge, but rather... entertainment. I learned some fascinating things about female anatomy, the most interesting being how wide the vagina expands during birth.

Mine had already drained away, replaced by something colder, heavier—worry. My thoughts spun as I stared out the window. I couldn’t keep clashing with him like this. That ridiculous book, The Perfect Wife, flashed through my mind—its chapters on handling dominant men. Softness. Vulnerability. Subtle rebellion. A woman with fire, but without the flames. Sweet enough to draw in. Dangerous enough to chase.

She commented as she picked up the paper she was taking a note on. "The book is written by a woman called Lady Waina Silver. It says that the woman was present during the war thirty years ago so she could document the war well. She traveled with the women who cooked and nursed the soldiers so she was pretty close to the events that took place at the time. Sources are names as well but it's an endless list of men and woman who had surrounded the war, but a few names stood out, which are the four horsemen of the war..." So Old Lady Waina wrote the book herself? How interesting? I wonder how she wrote it though and how she followed the king to war. Thirty years ago might be a long time but I ha

she asked. Alvin smiled, ready for a kill. "I recently read this novel by a New York Times bestselling author who goes by the name AdelleX. The title of her novel is 'The Woman's Dark Secrets.' I think all women have dark secrets that they are trying hard to keep buried within the four corners of their minds. Am I right?" Briana rolled her eyes. "And does the book satisfy your craving for juicy stuff and endless drama?" Alvin looked at her, wearing a surprised expression on his face. "How did you know that I like juicy stuff?"

I rang Brenda’s doorbell, trying to push the worry aside. Brenda flung the door open, her hair forming a wild halo around her head. She clutched her tablet in one hand. "Finally!” She said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me inside. "Come talk some sense into these women.” And that was exactly what I spent the next hour doing. The book club women could only be described in one word: crazy! They were crazy in the head, crazy in the pockets and by all means, crazy in their entire lifestyles.

I was a CEO. I felt like strange things kept happening to me as of late. I noticed that a woman kept showing up everywhere I went. Of course, I was an extremely handsome, wealthy, and talented billionaire. It was only natural for me to be surrounded by women of all sorts. But that woman was different. Why? Well, I'd never met such an oddball in my entire life. She tripped over nothing and fell right in front of me on her first day of work. The coffee she was holding ended up splashing all over my suit.

"I'm just an Omega, and my parents are just ordinary members of the pack. Evan is loyal, but he's only a Beta under Vahn. How can a family like ours stand up to Rosie? Not every woman is like Cecilia, with an Alpha hero father and the backing of the Alpha King." As I listened to Mindy, I understood her plight. Many women suffered from betrayal, bullying, and emotional abuse daily, and not all of them had the courage to leave. After all, where would they go? Even the Luna Queen was confined by her title, or perhaps by her sense of duty and love. I had no right to judge them or look down on them. "Go back now. I'll call Dr. Pearce for you, but only this once." "Thank you, Cecilia!" Mindy repli

she retorted me prompting to look at her while keeping my gaze on the document laid out before me In the organization, I always avoided interacting with her since it was unnecessary most of the time. “I have something for you also,” she further said pulling a Gift box wrapped with paper. There was a huge, pink ribbon that surrounded the whole packaging and enraged me due to its tackiness. I thought for a while then I took the box from her hands. “You’re welcome,” She replied, I took it with a bit of suspicion and opened it with much anticipation for the worst. Turning it around I saw a pile of books. The titles made my stomach churn: “How can a woman become a better wife?”, “cooking tips for