Bright Young Women Book Novels & Stories

Opening the cover I read... You've been lacking strength and control in your past life. Now you are presented with a choice, be daring enough to enter a world where your, entire existence will be questioned or choose to remain in your world and carry on living in a constant cycle of regret. The choice is yours so choose wisely. If you choose to enter our world you will be given a better version of yourself and will be given various opportunities throughout the book to learn from past mistakes and learn how to become stronger, braver, and bolder than you've ever been. Have no fear, for you will not enter this world without gifts, but bear in mind magic comes at a price and if you are found la

she asked. I blinked, confused, until I realized the source, it was the living book. A strange light had begun to seep through my gown, glowing brighter with each passing second. It pulsed against my chest like a heartbeat. I quickly pulled it out, holding it with both hands. The book trembled in my grasp, the pages fluttering though there was no breeze. Its light brighter, fiercer, wilder than ever before. The woman’s eyes widened. Without hesitation, she reached out. Her fingers touched the cover before I could stop her.

setting examples for others, while countless women are bound and judged because of this thin layer. … The comments descended into chaos, but that bold, black-highlighted comment ignored the insults and posted another line.

She was different from Hailey. Young, beautiful, bold, and open-minded. In social settings, she navigated effortlessly, yet was distant and indifferent to others' advances. But in front of me...

It seemed like it was going to be a long talk. "You should know that when we are born we have so much life that we come to shine before non-humans, right?" The girl agreed. "Then you should also know that as we age the brightness has diminished, but until the age of fifty is still very flashy and bright, right?” She agreed again. "Right... You have the brilliance of an eighty-nine-year-old." Artemisia raised an eyebrow. If she were so cursed as to have been born with a light of life as weak as that of an old woman, surely the priestess of her mother's house would do something about it, wouldn't they?

It has nothing to do with my situation. "Queen, am I selfish?" Bright suddenly asks out of nowhere. I lifted my gaze to look at her and noticed that she was staring right at me. Her orbs were just looming with sadness, as though there was something she couldn't tell. I ignored her words and just handed her the peeled apple. "Thanks," she responded, before taking a bite of the fruit. After a long while, the door to the room suddenly opened to reveal a woman with the same blonde hair as Bright's, wearing luxurious clothing.

"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.

The quiet librarian? The proxy bride? The girl who bleached her soul to save a library?

The harsh sun seemed to weigh heavily on my mother's hunched shoulders. Out on the street, my mother ran into Amelia. You know how they say love can make someone bloom? Well, Amelia was living proof. She was nothing like the skinny, timid girl she used to be. Decked out in fancy clothes that screamed money and swinging a designer bag, she strutted like she owned the pavement. However, when she spotted my mother, her bright eyes scrunched up like she had smelled something foul. My mother did not hesitate, though. She bolted over, calling out, "M-Ms. Brown!"

They all look down, afraid to upset her but in shock of her ability to separate from her wolf. All the many wolves behind her, all shift back in to humans to watch as the men before them go on their knees. The skies clear up and a full moon shines through the night from day, the light of the moon shining on the beautiful woman standing tall among men. "It's amazing how these books speak to you. We have to read them like normal people but you, they open up to you. To tell the story the way it actually happened." Dalia says as she places a cup of coffee on my nightstand.