Bright Young Women True Story Novels & Stories

Instinctively my hand went to my tummy but there wasn’t time to process anything. I didn’t even scream. All I remembered was darkness. Five Years Later — Present Day "Miss Nowell?” my assistant called. “The board is waiting.” I looked away from the floor-to-ceiling windows of Black Enterprises' headquarters, my own image as cold and shiny as the marble beneath my heels. "On my way," I replied, my voice smooth and controlled. Iridina Luis was no more. She'd died on that highway with her unborn child and her hopes of love and family.

She revealed and he had his mouth opened in shock, he couldn't shut them when if he wanted to, Seventeen was a lot, he couldn't wrap his arms around why they would burn Seventeen women alive, he suddenly remembered a part he had read in Annette's diary, she didn't go in details, no it was more like she was writing a poem and he had thought that it was just a sad poem, bit now looks like it was a real-life event. "You are shocked, right? Yeah, it was horrible but it happened I think five or six years ago, it was breeding season, you should know what that is about, " She said and paused. "Yes, I do," "Yeah, breeding season and some of the new women didn't like the fact that they were lied to,

a female voice cut in. My heart dropped, and I froze. Instantly, I tiptoed closer and peeked around the corner. The young woman I had just seen was talking to two ladies dressed in elegant uniforms, black suit pants, and brown blouses. “Young Miss, this is the third time we’ve changed the meal. Let Alpha Azriel decide for himself,” the younger one among the ladies in uniform said. And instantly, the young woman landed a slap on her face. My entire body went cold. Who the heck are these people?

The silence that was not empty. "Tell me about it," he said. "All of it. The room. The women." She told him. About the oval of chairs. About the particular quality of a room full of women who have all been in the kitchen in their different ways. About the woman who had read the book four times and needed to see that she was real. About the woman who was three days into her own version of the discovery and had come to the event in the particular bravery of someone still in the acute phase of something reaching toward the one thing that might help.

How wonderful. In a few weeks, the Bright women find out they're pregnant, Mrs. Bright by my brother and Amber Bright by my daddy. The pair of them are so eager to ride on the Free-Use Car again. So is Mr. Bright. He is ready to fuck all the whores he can while watching his wife and daughter being used. Maybe this time, he'll work up the courage to fuck his daughter. Either way, the family is eager for the Spring Pregnant Free-Use Train. On that day, only expectant mothers are allowed in. And, of course, all the men who want to fuck their bred pussies and enjoy their swollen bellies.

A group of young women charged toward Vicky, each holding eggs, tomatoes, or water bottles. They started throwing whatever they had in hand at Vicky once they spotted her. "You b*tch! How dare you try to drown Sheila?! Die!" "You disgusting plastic b*tch! If men see what you really look like, they might just all run away!" "You should be sentenced to death!" The young women were hysterical. Their features were twisted with rage and resentment, and those who did not know what happened would think that Vicky had murdered their families.