Bright Young Woman Novels & Stories

Not at a desk, not posed with deliberation, but sitting in the particular natural way of someone who has been somewhere for a while and is still there — the posture of someone who is in the middle of something rather than at its end or its beginning. Her face was not visible. The silhouette was complete but the features were not — and this, Adaeze understood immediately, was right. This was the right choice. Because the woman in the silhouette was not her specifically. Was not any specific woman. Was the woman in the dark. Every woman in the dark. The woman who was reading messages she was never supposed to see and sitting at a kitchen counter with her hand flat against the cool surface maki

I flinched so hard the pain in my ribs flared bright, and a young woman stepped into view from a chair near the window I hadn't even registered was occupied. Warm-faced, dark curls pulled back loosely, sleeves rolled to the elbow like she'd been in the middle of something practical when I stirred. She didn't react to the flinch at all. Didn't soften her voice into something performative, didn't look at me like I'd done something strange. Just smiled, easy, like flinching was a completely reasonable thing a person might do and she wasn't going to make it a moment. "I'm Briony," she said. "Healer. Well — healer in training, if we're being precise, but nobody's died on my watch yet, so I'm coun

Alfie, Arran, Finlay and Harris join him. The crowd of people part, an unfamiliar face making their way through the throngs of people. A woman of angelic beauty. Her golden locks shining so brightly, it’s a blinding halo, leaving me blinking rapidly to stall the discomfort. Her eyes are golden, and hypnotizing. Power drips from her in spades, crashing into me with the same vigor as Niagara Falls. The potency behind her magic seems impossible for someone so young. The woman before me cannot be much older than twenty-five.

Amber had never seen such a beautiful person in her life. She was stunning - tall with graceful figure and delicate features, carrying herself with natural elegance. Her appearance was flawless, the kind of ethereal beauty that would make both werewolves and humans stop and stare. But her beauty transcended the physical. It radiated from her spirit, enriched by intelligence and education. In the sunlight, she smiled with eyes crinkled in genuine happiness, as bright as the flower bouquets. Her eyes were pure and bright, revealing inner light and wisdom. She must have been very happy because the joy she radiated could easily affect others. Even through the photograph, Amber wanted to know thi

The night was young, and the bar was packed with people celebrating the birthday of one of the most popular models in the city. Becca, a stunning 22-year-old Latina with long dark hair and piercing brown eyes, was the center of attention. She had been thriving in her modeling career, her exotic looks and perfect body making her a favorite for lingerie and bikini shoots. But despite her success, Becca had a secret. A dark, twisted secret that only a select few knew about.

(Hwa Young) Hwa Young yank her up from Mies lap, then without even caring about a thing she click the shutter, then throw the phone back at the Lady, that is now befuddle by everything that is just unfold. In just a looked not only the lady knew who Hwa Young was, but her claiming Mies as her own, is already enough deterrence as it is. Since the Owner is already here, the previously hunger lusting ladies in the Cafe and outside has simmered down. After all, all of them knows that no matter how beautiful they are, they can’t really compete with a Huge celebrity like her, and her visual is certainly much more beautiful compared to all of them.

My mom glanced over at me and smiled softly, but I could tell by her knitted brow that she was worried for me. I watched as they all turned around, and in glided a beautiful young woman with the most vibrant auburn hair I’d ever seen. It was like each strand had been kissed by fire and as they moved, each one lit up a little. She had brown eyes, but they glowed with their own light too, like she had a fire behind them, illuminating them and making them almost a golden color.

She could already feel that weird feeling in her stomach, her cheeks were getting hot. "I'm Rita, nice to meet you", she said shyly. She had to get her shit together because she wasn't really a shy person. She's a bold, refined and intelligent woman who knows how to find her way around situations, especially situations with guys. "Omari, that's a rare name, are you Arabian?"

Arya’s eyes widened as she looked in the direction of the person that said that. It was a tall woman, she looked about 25 years old which was young considering most of the people who work in the company are 30 years old and above, it was hard to find someone both young and capable. She was beautiful though, with her short blonde hair and bright eyes, along with her well-shaped body; she was fit to be a model. The people that were just scolded were about to retort but quickly shut their mouths when they saw who scolded them.

"I was…!" "Ma'am, there is a call for you!" A maid came rushing into the living room, her quivering slim fingers clasping an expensive, huge smartphone that was pressed carefully on her bosom. Mrs Park sharply turned her features at the willowy, young woman whose hair was carefully pushed back and growled under her breath.