Bright Young Women Book Novels & Stories

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.

He hissed in an indignant tone, as he watched a group of elderly patients sadly seated on wheelchairs, looking helplessly at him but he knew that they were not looking at him exactly — just at the ugliness of the darkness. Some of them were smiling and laughing as if giving sickness permission to walk them to the end of the tunnel of "life". Absolutely nothing — emptiness was seen glistening in their eyes and they could care less. Quickly hiding his eyes away from the old women, David continued his journey but stopped abruptly when his ears captured a muffled groan of a woman. "You…are young!" He said silently to himself whilst he was looking at a wide-eyed woman tightly holding a little gir

- she explained before moving on to the next person. Meredith walked over to a group of girls, consisting of two blondes, a dark-haired girl, a brunette, and one whose hair could be described as copper in color, because it wasn't red or blonde, but something in between. - Here...- aunt pointed to the red-haired one first.-... is Alice. She is the youngest of us, only one hundred and fifty years old and, like your mother, can read minds.- after these words, the girl smiled at Selene very warmly and threw herself on her neck, hugging slightly.

Bright luminosity and striking dazzling glamor. "Where are you going, Zita?" I asked her, as she approached where the light was coming from. "I think that's the solution to our problems," she said. Somehow, a bit of hope signaled on her face. Was this what led to what we were in search of? "Is that where the book is?" Wendy asked, with eyes filled with awe. "Seems like it I just don't understand something," she said, going over. We did nothing but watched.

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

Bri hadn’t delved into what we were just censored the information she was willing to offer Mabel in order to protect the rest. Bri was laid out across a blanket on the dock skin rubbed down with citronella to ward off the mosquitos as she read a new book. I had brought her a new pile back from the library. She was clad in only a sports bra and shorts, her bare feet crossed and bent over her beautiful ass. I crawled up next to her peering down at the book she was already halfway through. “What is it about?” “A girl tricked by fairies, to be their savior,” she said. I chuckled.

And fireworks? “I’m not fucking around,” one of the women said sharply. She had dark hair, dark eyes, and a lanky build. She put her arm around another woman who was crying. My eyes closed, and when I reached to open them again, they seemed to have disappeared. Restraints, always restraints. The monster pulled me deeper. “I have a responsibility,” the sharp woman said. She sounded like Paige, my Paige. Maybe she was my Paige. Maybe Paige was safe, close enough to touch, and doing what she did best: protecting the women around her.

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.”

It was her place in the Wisdom Pack, and reading it nearly made me light headed to the point where I might faint. "Best in her class," I murmur. "Given a scholarship after getting 100% on her last graduating exam. One of the only to ever achieve this...They call her a miracle." I knew Zariah was smart, but that smart. "This is why I came here," she tells me, tapping the pages quickly. She turns to me, eyes blazing. "Almost everyone in here has something special about them. How did an unbiased ballot select that many perfect girls just randomly-"

Her body craves answers, thirsts for knowledge like never before. Her vision is extremely enhanced; she was blissfully unaware of how blind she was until someone gave her glasses. Insanely detailed and practically x-ray vision glasses, but enhanced all the same. Everything seems so much clearer to her now, visually and mentally. It's like she has cleaned out the cobwebs of her soul. Things just seem to make sense, like her love for her friends, her sense of duty, and the overwhelming feeling of lost purpose. This is what Anna was talking about; this is how she should see the world, her rebirth. Anything is possible. She is possible. She is alive.