Books For Women Novels & Stories

Rose has read—and re-read—every book in the castle library on childbirth, and since I’m both guarding her and hoping to have pups of my own one day, I’m trying to catch up with her on the reading part just so I know everything she knows, so I’ve checked out a few books of my own. And I have to say… they’re scary! I like to think of myself as a pretty tough wolf. I’m the Beta’s wife, after all. Fighting with enemy wolves can be scary, and I’ve done that a few times in my day. But giving life… wow, what an amazing thing, and so much happens when you’re pregnant, and, of course, during the birth itself, that it takes a very strong wolf to go through it all. It never ceases to astound me how ama

“Hey, that’s cheating. You said we were only picking three books, but you’ve got four.” She grinned. “I just couldn’t resist this one. I’m definitely checking it out.” I shrugged, not wanting to argue. Chloe had always been a bookworm, even before I knew how to read. We headed to the counter and placed our books down. Chloe glanced at mine and then back at me. She knew I never typically picked up books written by men, especially ones about love. She always said men didn’t understand love the way women do, that they weren’t made to feel as deeply.

FELICIA I wanted to get to Beta Andrew. But when I got to the banquet again, all the Betas and alphas were gathered in the corner. A bunch of rogues were standing above them. The alphas and their betas were kneeling on the ground and their hands were tied behind their backs. The rogues held silver daggers against the necks of all the women, including the Luna queen. I was the only woman left who wasn't contained in the corner by the rogues.

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.

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

“This world is filled with guys who gouge themselves on lesbian porn, yet those same guys would swear up and down that girls loving girls is not a real thing.” “Right,” Bianca said, “because they can’t fathom that there are women out there who have absolutely no interest in men.” “Women who aren’t attracted to men? Where did you get such an outlandish concept from?” Bianca giggled at my sarcasm. “It was probably invented by feminists.” And that led us into a conversation of our favorite feminist authors and concepts. I descended into a rant about how Simone De Beauvoir’s Second Sex is an absolute masterpiece that radically changed my way of viewing the world.

She opens the door and leads us in. Her house is decorated with natural elements, arranged in interesting ways and colorful tapestries and crystals line shelves and walls. I take a seat on what she refers to as the couch and we talk for a while. About weather, books, boys and girls. She expresses a fondness for the girl who had made my library card and I grin. Same sex mates are rare among us wolves, and that makes them all the more special. "Have you told her that you like her?" I inquire, and Evers' face turns as pink as her hair.

He figured that there should be more books in it. He placed the parcel on the floor, grabbed himself a cutting knife, and took out the books from the box. All the books were for pregnant women: "All You Need to Know about Pregnancy", "Food for Pregnant Women", "Keeping Fit for Pregnant Women", "Music for Babies", "Pre-natal Stories for Expecting Fathers"... the list went on and on. Lucas' heart throbbed as he stared at the five books in front of him. He wanted to place them back on the bookshelf, but then his arms turned as heavy as lead.

“They don’t like it when I say I’ve already been there.” “Hard to go somewhere you don’t believe in.” He mused. “True statement.” She agreed. “I pulled a few books for you. Don’t feel like you have to all of them. Or even any of them.” “I appreciate this. I’m not sure what to think about all of this.” “The woman? The feelings you have? Or the gifts she has?” Giving her a wry smile, he asked, “Do I have to pick just one?” “Absolutely not.” Ciara shuffled the books and pulled one out, handing it over. “This one is about ghosts. I also pulled a few about white covens.”

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.