Book The Woman Novels & Stories

The woman turned her face back to the book in her hand. "What are you reading?" asked Stev as he walked over. "Can't you read the cover?" replied the woman lazily. "Are you kidding? How can I read if your hand is blocking the title like that?" Bella sighed softly. The woman closed the book and gave it to Stev. The man raised an eyebrow as the white bound book was in his hand. [A thousand ways to be a designer.] "Ohh ...," said the man. He returned to give the book back to Bella.

I just had not expected Emma to be the first one to act. It was a gloomy afternoon. Halfort saw its first snow of the year. I was sitting in the sunroom on the second floor and reading a book when Martha brought me hot tea. Just then, the doorbell rang. The security monitor showed Emma standing outside. She wore only thin clothes and was shivering in the wind and snow. Tear tracks crisscrossed her face. She looked desperate. Security asked for instructions, and I considered for a moment. "Let her in. Keep her in the downstairs living room. Stay nearby and watch."

It wasn't a soft landing when I fell through the book. I sat up quickly trying to gather what happened. Looking around it was a beautiful meadow with wild flowers lining the tree line. Not to far from me was a spring fed pond lined with rocks and a lone tree. I approached the tree when I see on the other side a bench with a woman sitting on it. I approached slowly on guard of who it could be. When I made it to the edge of the bench, slowly the woman turned towards me with a bright smile.

At my words, the woman’s eyes brighten, and I can see the greed that starts to form within them. “You’re a generous man.” She giggles, reaching out and attempting to take the money while I pull it back. “Answers first.” I snap. “Then payment.” Sighing, the woman lazily gets up and heads across the bookstore. When she reaches the door, she locks it and clicks off the open sign. “Come with me.” She announces, once done. “What you seek is this way.” Frowning, I watch her run her long fingers along a row of books until she finds the one she is looking for. As she gives it a pull, multiple clicks sound, followed by the groaning of metal against metal as the bookshelf moves entirely.

Half of her big, round backside was sticking out. She wasn't wearing any pants; instead, she just had a little white thong with those sheer, skin-colored stockings over her long legs. The sight nearly made my nose bleed. It was breathtaking. I'd never been near a young woman this perfect my whole life. Even if she wouldn't let me do anything else, just letting me touch her for a moment would have added years to my life.

"Miss Bellini has already placed orders from these sketches. If you're trying to make money off her name, stop before you embarrass yourself." I went somewhere else. Then somewhere else again. The answer never changed. People recognized the designs. No one thought they were mine. One man actually laughed and said, "Women like Sofia Bellini don't steal from women like you." By the time I stepped back onto the street, my hands had gone cold. No one should have seen those books. Then I remembered my suite. The drawers overturned. The boxes emptied. My life spread open for strangers to touch. I went home, and Adrian knew something was wrong the second he saw my face.

This was so hard to do. However, standing here now, staring at those same pair of arms that held her close on cold nights, wrapped around another woman so tightly, it made this a little easier. With that, she pulled out the envelope and tossed it on the table. Derek’s eyes shifted to her, and then he suddenly noticed the suitcase behind her, “What’s this Leah? What are you doing?”

By the silence between songs. By every pair of tiny eyes that look at me with hope, not knowing the monster I used to be. I will always be the woman who could never become a mother. The woman who destroyed her chance at being someone's wife. Maybe my story was never meant to have a fairytale ending. Because this isn't a fairytale. This is reality. A cruel one. Some stories don't have happy endings. Especially for women like me. Perhaps my story never had an ending at all.

And soon after collecting the book we came to know about the fact that the book used to show The Reader its life through it but the most surprising and shocking facts for us was that the book in each and every story was totally different from the other copy and while we investigated we came to know that each book used to represent the life of its readers in the dark way which started affecting their Minds and hence they all come started committing suicide one by one But one fine day something happened which we weren't expecting when an old woman entered inside the office building and soon inside the office room where I was sitting along with the CEO of the company, and we both were discussin

The woman's face was blurred in my memory, but the mark on the inside of her wrist was unmistakable as the man pinned her hands over her head. I gasped, throwing the book to the floor. "What's wrong?" Logan asked with a frown. He saw the book on the ground. "What is that?" He bent over to pick up the book, but it flew out of his reach before he could grasp it. We both looked up simultaneously. A few feet away from us was a woman. She had a cloak covering her face, but her eyes glowed a bright golden color as she stared at us.