Bookwoman Novels & Stories

Not even slightly. This man, I shook my head slowly, moving further inside with my arms tucked close, not touching anything. This is actually stunning. A desk sat clear in the center — except for a lamp, a pen holder with pens arranged by height, by HEIGHT, and a small neat stack of books to the right side. I drifted toward them naturally. Business. Economics. Architecture. And then— I stopped. Picked it up. A woman on the cover wearing thin panties. Long legs. Strappy bra. The kind of cover that needed absolutely no explanation about what was inside.

“I'm sorry.” “No, you're not,” she said, her stare was already pressing down on me. Because annoyingly, she was somehow right. “She actually spent almost half of her day here,” the woman added. “Doing what exactly?” She stared at me again, as if thinking whether to keep this conversation going or not. “Reading of course, what else?” “What was she basically reading about?” “Almost everything,” she gestured towards the space in the bookstore. That was when my eyes drifted towards them. Almost all the book covers were about wolves and leaders. But there wasn't any picture on them, just words.

Axel had been dropping off a delivery—Duke's idea to use club members for local deliveries, legitimate income—when a woman emerged from behind a display of romance novels and collided directly with his chest. Books went everywhere. She went backward. He caught her. "Sorry," she said immediately. "I wasn't—I had my head in a book and I just—sorry." "My fault." Axel steadied her, stepped back. She was in her early forties, dark hair streaked with silver she'd clearly decided not to fight, reading glasses pushed up on her head, an armful of novels she was trying to reassemble. "You okay?" "Completely. This happens more than I'd like to admit." She stacked books against her chest. "I have a cond

"You exposed critical flaws that no one else could have found." It hit me then that we had all been pawns from the beginning. Patrick, Rita, and I were just pieces moved for the sake of a perfect system. My anger flared but soon faded. Being angry now was pointless. He pulled up another interface. "From that data, we built SkyShield II. It needs a commander, someone who's been through hell and emerged unbreakable." He slid an appointment document across the desk. "Mary, our country needs you." I looked down at my once-shattered hand and smiled. "Alright."

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.”

The walk to the bookstore was shorter than she expected. Nestled between two larger buildings, its faded sign read "Willow’s Nook.” A small bell chimed as they stepped inside, and the scent of old paper and polished wood greeted them. The librarian was a small lady with a bob cut and cat eyed glasses, probably in her fifties. The space was cozy, with narrow aisles lined with overflowing shelves and dim lamps casting a warm glow. It felt like stepping into another world, one untouched by time.

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.

Beta Andrew kissed my forehead then he left. After I had cleaned up the house, I grabbed my purse, stuffed my phone, the house keys and the card in it then walked out of the house. It didn't feel strange when people were greeting me while addressing me as the beta woman. I couldn't stop smiling whenever anyone called me the beta woman. “Greetings, beta woman. What can I get you?” I was standing in the shop for vegetables and fruits. “Pack up potatos, tomatoes, some coli flower, cucumbers, carrots, beetroot, ginger, garlic, onions. And…” I paused.

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.

“How thick-skinned …” “President Leon has never been appealed by women. So what if she looks a little pretty? President Leon would never be interested in a woman like her.” As they kept talking, Leon's PA came downstairs to settle some matters a while later.As he walked past the front desk, the first receptionist at the desk called out to him.“PA Wilson, this lady came looking for President Leon. We’ve already told her that President Leon wouldn’t meet her if she didn’t have an appointment, but she’s just being annoyingly sticking around and is refusing to leave. She’s been sitting there for two hours, and we’re worried that she may cause trouble by sitting up here. Should we get security to