Book The Woman Novels & Stories

i would watch what you do " the queen said making a movement for the guards to grab me, All i could do was stare accusingly at them , i just couldn't understand why they were doing this "when we realized your mother didn't die from a illness we made for her to die , we figured out who she really was and where she came from . When we found her on our land we thought she was a measly servant not a spy sent here from the north to get details on when our next hunt would be " she said walking around me . " you see she opened our eyes to the truth not to mention her mate was my husband " the queen said in disgust. There was that one word again that made my entire body feel like it was on fire

At first, it was nothing more than a passing glance—a woman entering with confidence, drawing subtle attention without trying. But then he looked again. And everything around him seemed to fade. His focus narrowed completely, his breath catching slightly as recognition

It was the kind of small calculation a man made when he had been working out for three days how to walk into a room with a thing in his hand that would change the shape of the woman in the room. He had been working on it. I let myself notice that he had been working on it. I opened the book. The first page was a daguerreotype. A woman. Standing in front of a tall window. Hands folded at her waist. The kind of dress that had not been made in this part of the continent for sixty years. Her hair was pulled severely back from her temples. She was not smiling. She had my face.

he shouted, after me and I blew him a kiss in return while he dramatically staggered back like I attacked him. It made my heartbeat slow down a bit. I made it to the base described by a lady I had encountered in the elevator. Then I was accompanied by a brunette-haired woman whose lips are coated in her mouth after every sentence. She was talking like if she utters more than three words, she would be laid off. We got into a large room occupied by eight workers pressing away on their system and a huge projector displaying all the different royal brands. All of them were focused on whatever they were doing until the woman noisily hit the side of a vacant table with the bottom of her heel.

Chapter 47 : Isabella Sinclair groaned and palmed her head as she opened her mobile and unblocked Jessica Williams. Her eyes rounded in shock seeing the super hot Mathew Hill with another woman. She had been busy visiting top designers for the super rich and shopping for her attire and accessories for the evening dinner with the Hills through the past few days which had left her exhausted. She was getting a body massage at a luxe spa when Jessica’s irritating phone calls started disturbing her.

She had heard a lot about this book and now she was considering this project based on this book; she decided to take a look and see what it was about. Kayla took a copy and opened it to read the first page. She stood there for a while thinking the books seemed to be grounded in writing from what she saw so far when someone peeked over her shoulder at the book. “Do you like it?” a woman asked and Kayla turned to see that she was and noticed a little woman propped on a stool, leaning down at her. Her dark brown hair was tied up, letting down loose curls dance around her face. The woman came down from the stool and stood a little shorter than Kayla. Kayla herself was not that tall; she was only

"Who'd you sleep with?!" She laughed—cold and vicious. "Noah. Your fixer. Didn't you say he'd take a bullet cleaning up your mess?" I froze. "You had me, but your heart still chased my sister. You think you're untouchable? You've got everything, but can't even keep one woman." I snapped. Smashed the liquor cabinet. Flipped the table. Glass everywhere. In the chaos, I saw it—Isabella's black folder, half-buried in the corner.

The pain wasn’t physical; it was deeper than that. What was it about this woman that made me lose my mind every damn time? I stopped in front of her room. The moment I opened it, her scent hit. It was soft, warm. I closed my eyes, breathing it in as though it could bring her back to me. The room was neat, untouched, as though she might walk back in at any moment and smile at me the way she always did. But she wasn’t coming back. I sank onto the edge of her bed, running a hand over the sheets. My fingers brushed against something hard. a book. There were three of them, stacked neatly by her bedside. One of them had a pressed flower between its pages.

I rubbed my temples and looked at the two of them. Ever since Colby had dragged me into the first livestream, I had been feeling deeply unsettled. Now, I just felt like a lamb to their slaughter. Feeling strongly uneasy, I gripped the blanket beside me and could hear another woman's faint moans from the room next door. Fear crept up my spine as I sat up and asked, "What are you doing here? It's late, and I need to go home." Instead of answering, Colby switched on the TV. The screen flickered to life, showing a woman with seductive, half-lidded eyes, whom I recognized as me.

"If they catch us in the Library, they’ll just put us back in a different book. They’ll put us in a story where we never met. They’ll put us in a story where we’re enemies." "Then we find our own book," Rowan said, stepping to my side. He held his restored blade ready. "We find the one that isn't finished." "There are no unfinished books here, Alpha," a new voice said. We turned. Standing at the end of the aisle was a woman. She was wearing a simple gray dress and a shawl. She held a candle in one hand and a heavy iron key in the other. She didn't look like a Director or a Creator. She looked like a **Librarian**.