Bright Young Women Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she commanded, her voice echoing with an icy impatience. The robed women rushed forward in a flurry of white fabric, grabbing my weak arms and legs. They laid me straight down on my back against the freezing concrete, my eyes staring blankly at the dark ceiling. Instantly, the women began pulling thick, dark candles from their deep pockets. They surrounded my helpless body, lighting them one by one with small wooden matches. They placed many candles around my head, many candles along my sides, and many candles around my feet until a heavy, flickering glow illuminated the entire underground room.

It was dark and slightly creepy, especially at midnight. They climbed to the third floor, footsteps echoing in the empty space. The floor was filled with old books and broken furniture, lit only by moonlight through grimy windows. "Hello?" Yuna called out. A figure emerged from the shadows. A young woman, maybe mid twenties, with dark hair and familiar eyes. Familiar because they glowed faintly white in the darkness. "Hello, princess," the woman said. "We need to talk about what comes next."

"Buy up the trending topics for the entire year. I want everyone in the country to recognize those two. Yes, even a stray dog!" No sooner had I finished speaking than Marie appeared, blocking me in the parking lot with several others. She waved her hand. Someone quickly brought over a large case, and with a click, the lid popped open. The dim parking lot was suddenly flooded with blinding, golden light. She smiled at me and tried to apologize.

“Let him come, and I’ll tell him to his face I’ll never submit in his cruel greediness.” The younger woman laughed—a cruel, shrill sound. “Oh, you’ll definitely submit.They all do.” The chain dug deeper as I pulled again, the marks glowing brighter, leaving my skin sore. My arms ached, my wrists burned, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. Every second stretched into eternity. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else. Until— A sound. No—Footsteps. Certain approached. The women froze. Their laughter faded into silence. They exchanged a look that was both grim and knowing. The younger one licked her lips nervously, while the older one pressed her hands flat against the

she pleaded, her voice barely audible. But the women just laughed, their eyes glinting with malice. "Oh, we're just getting started," one of them said, her voice dripping with sadistic glee. "You think you're crying now? Just wait until we're done with you. You'll be begging for mercy." Before Amelia could even process their words, one of the women stepped forward and punched her square in the face. Amelia's head snapped back, her eyes blurring with pain. She felt like she was being consumed by darkness, her world descending into chaos.

the voice barks louder. They all move back to their various seats, grumbling. We finally get to fully see the two women after everyone is seated. While the first is a plain looking old woman with full grey hairs and buxom body, the other, Brea, is a slim young teen girl looking not older than us. The girl casts the picture of an angel descended from the heavens with her flowing white gown and regal airs which is so pure and clean—even more so than the white matron back at home. Her eyes are ocean blue, glowing even in the near darkness, and there are tiny splashes of blood on the white gown which does nothing to hide her womanly curves, and another trail of blood on her left lip.

“Why dad, why? What do Stella and Sophia have that I do not? Why should Mathew choose them over me? He didn’t even look at me! I can’t tolerate this insult. I will go insane dad “, Isabella cried. “Stella and Sophia are both self made women who have achieved success by the dint of their determination, dedication and hard work. Both are incredibly talented, brainy and have amazing business acumen. Neither have daddies or sugar daddies to get them work. Can’t you see that you dimwit! Maybe Mathew likes that”, Daniel spoke up again.

I couldn't tell from the pale blue light of the sky as I watched the two women scurry down from the opposite wing of the living quarters to squeal in the open-roofed courtyard between the two blocks. “Saints,” I heard myself gasp, unable to believe my eyes when I watched Raya and the mysterious girl that had come with her jump around in the rain, the olive-skinned woman’s dark wavy hair was matted to her face and back, the brightest smile I had ever seen plastered across her face as she stared at the near-nude woman who was fighting her along. I felt my wolf stir inside me, something primal and possessive that called out to her and wanted her to look at me like that, laugh at me like that.

What was happening? Before she could react, a brilliant, golden light erupted from the book's spine, flooding the room with warmth and brightness. The air around her shimmered, filled with soft, glowing particles that floated like stars in the night. Selene gasped, her breath catching as the light intensified. Its glow was so powerful that it forced her to squint.

"Look who's talking the same homewrecker from four years ago? Serene should have charged those slaps with fire instead because some people have not learned—” "Shut up, you bitch. Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?" Nelly responded. "Charlotte Brights, you appear to have forgotten that you are standing in BRIGHT LIGHTS, so behave or I will have security throw you out," Charlotte warned. “Come on, ladies, that's enough,” I cut the argument.