Book The Woman Novels & Stories

She reached for it. The Weight of Silence. Her thumb traced the letters. Something inside her stirred. “That looks like a good one,” Amy said, peeking. Camellia whispered, “Yeah…” “Beautiful choice,” came a voice behind her. She turned. A woman stood there—elegant, warm-eyed, carrying herself with quiet grace. Her hair was styled in a ponytail and her scent lingered in the air. “That book,” the woman said gently, “is about healing. People don’t pick it up unless they need it.”

“She’s the Goddess of Wisdom. When she finds what she’s looking for, she’ll come out.” ____________________________________________________________________ “No, it’s not here either. Where could it possibly be?” A woman spoke to herself as she tossed the book she was holding onto the floor in exasperation. The discarded book did not land with a thud like it was supposed to- rather it landed on another book. On the floor, several books littered the ground. Leaving no space for one to walk. Some of the books were opened with footprints all over them. The luckier once had the blessed fate of landing on the floor closed and protected.

“Your majesty, you are hear to learn your purpose and I am hear to make sure you understand what needs to be done.” I looked deep into the woman’s glittering eyes and gasped. “You…you are the book aren’t you, you’re a living deity of a grimoire aren’t you?” My had flew to my mouth in disbelief, this couldn’t be possible but the glittering of her eyes resembled the elegant gemstones that line the front and back of the spell book. “Yes, I am exactly that.” The majestic woman replied. “I am hear to give you the answers that you seek, you have finally realized who you are, giving you access to me and my secrets.”

My name was Mandy Smith, and I was a hotel receptionist. At the same time, I was a lonely wife. My husband had not touched me in a long time. I had strong desires, and a long period of abstinence had left me squirming with discomfort. I looked at myself in the mirror. Men usually loved my full chest and beautiful bottom. However, whenever I wanted to seduce my husband with all my tricks, he would only glance at me coldly before turning around and sleeping.

Realizing I wouldn't budge, his tone sharpened as he tried to persuade me again. "If you won't answer it, I will!" I pushed his hands away and made a move to get out of bed to head for the door. Yet, he abruptly seized me, attempting to forcefully shove me into the bathroom. I tried to break free from his hold, but the difference in strength between us was overwhelming. As he was about to force me inside, the front door was kicked open from the outside. The very next second, a young woman in a white dress stormed in with several netizens, who were holding up their phones and livestreaming everything. The young woman was the original poster herself, a third-year medical student named Elowen J

Serena had been across the room, luminous in the particular way of women who don’t know they are, laughing at something a woman beside her said, utterly unaware that her life was already being systematically dismantled by two people standing in the same room. I had felt something that night that I had not allowed myself to name for a long time. Not quite guilt. Closer to recognition. The recognition of a woman who knew what it was to want something badly enough to do things that didn’t sit easily afterward. I got up and crossed to Isabella’s room. She was exactly as I had left her, sprawled diagonally across the bed with complete confidence in her right to take up space, her dark hair a fan

CHAPTER 14 Seattle, Washington Stella The woman looked at me and then back at Derrick before walking away. Derrick turned to me and began to apologize. I was just in shock. “What's going on?" I asked him. “It's nothing. She's just dramatic," he giggled. “Who's she?" I looked at Derrick. "Excuse me,” he signalled the waiter before handing them the order. I could tell that he didn't want to talk about that woman. I diverted my focus to my phone while Derrick kept telling me a lot of different things about how Seattle was amazing. Knowing how great Washington is, I have no doubts about how great the stay would be.

The champagne glass slipped from Jack Knight’s hand and shattered across the ballroom floor. The sound cut through the music. Conversations died instantly. Heads turned, investors froze mid-laugh, even the violinists missed a note. Jack didn’t notice any of them. He was staring at the woman standing beneath the crystal chandelier like he’d just seen someone rise from the dead. “Mildred…”, he breathed. The first time Mildred Jones walked into the Knight Grand Hotel, she left in tears. Tonight, she returned in diamonds, and before midnight, she planned to start tearing the family apart.

He looks completely broken. "What did he say?" I ask. "He wanted to know your name," the woman says, turning her cold gaze back to me. "He knows you are not his wife. I told him you are just a visitor living in her meat." I blink. "You told him the truth?" "Why wouldn't I?" "The books say you are ruthless," I say, my voice dropping to a whisper. "The stories say you are a liar who tricked him." The woman takes a sharp step backward. Her face goes pale. "What else do your books say about me?"

The neighborhood lay in ruins, with rubble and dust drifting in the air. I furrowed my brows, my OCD pushing me to walk away. Just then, a hunched, filthy woman came in my way. She was wrapped in a filthy down jacket, its original color long buried beneath layers of grime. She clutched a handful of empty plastic bottles, her eyes vacant and glassy. “M-Ms. Bray?” She spoke, her voice raspy and scratchy. I stopped in my tracks and looked at her from a distance. It took a while for me to scan her bloated and wrinkly face before I recognized her to be the once arrogant Little Miss Sunshine.