Enigmatic Woman Novels & Stories

Not to forget, the ivory white handbag with oriental floral motifs hung from her tapering fingers. Anyway, this woman displays simplicity, elegance as well as luxury, and neatness. Who is this woman? I asked myself. Amelia? Impossible! Amelia wore glasses, while this woman does not. Geez, she was very stunning, radiant, and alluring in one package. It was as if I was living during the Qing Dynasty. "Lang," the woman called me. How did she know me? "Lang!" called her again. "Langley!" I gasped.

She nodding her head claimed, "Your mother Rhea was my dearest friend so I will never harm her loving one and only daughter. Rather I am here to help you. Come please." I thought the lady seemed genuine and not lying and she even mentioned my mom, so after a little hesitation I agreed to go with her. She led me to a garden's bench and said, "You can call me Rebeca, and think me your friend," and added with her mysterious smile, "I think you have searched your house whole evening so have you found anything?" I replied confusingly, "Nothing fruitful. There is nothing useful at all. Why are you asking?" She didn't reply my question but she asked me, "Then show me the useless one that you found.

She knew dragons had many secrets and she had no idea what Lennie was doing here, but she wasn’t going to flinch when facing Lennie’s challenges. And then, under the faint light of the headlights, Elena suddenly saw a woman trudging along the roadside ahead of them. She saw that woman carrying something in front of her chest, and looked back over her shoulder almost every other second as if she was being chased by something. When that woman turned her head back, Elena saw her panicked face and noticed she was about 40 or 50. Without Nyla, Elena couldn’t tell that woman was a wolf or a dragon or something else. But that woman’s sudden appearance gave her a strange feeling.

"Someone is coming." "I know who it is." My heart pounds. "Jax called about this. The second unknown name on the USB list. They found them." The celebration doesn't stop but Liam and I turn toward the eastern road. A figure appears at the edge of the tree line. Walking. Alone. A woman. Young. Mid twenties. Dark hair pulled back in a braid. Dark eyes scanning the packhouse like she's memorizing every detail. And beneath her skin, visible even from this distance, the faintest glow of golden light.

Half of her big, round backside was sticking out. She wasn't wearing any pants; instead, she just had a little white thong with those sheer, skin-colored stockings over her long legs. The sight nearly made my nose bleed. It was breathtaking. I'd never been near a young woman this perfect my whole life. Even if she wouldn't let me do anything else, just letting me touch her for a moment would have added years to my life.

No matter how much she racked her brain she couldn't find any semblance to anyone she has seen before so who was she? “No, I have the perfect person, I will happily die now that I have seen you. I heard you came looking for answers about the burnt building, I know the answers you seek and I'll tell you everything you need to know if you follow me” she said, still maintaining her charming smile. “Follow you where? How do I know you have good intentions?” Elaina asked, cautiously. She didn't feel any hostility from the strange woman but she still had to be careful, just like Drake had told her.

"I am here. Show yourself. Shifting in the darkness. An honest, older woman wearing expensive yet modest clothing emerged from the moonlight. She was unrecognizable to Sera. "I appreciate you coming by yourself," the woman remarked. "My name is Eleanor Cross. For thirty years, I have been involved in the conspiracy.

I ask her again. “You shouldn’t actually be here, miss blonde” the lady says again and my curiosity intensifies. “What?” “My name is Enid, you should consider yourself lucky that you met me first” “I have spoken to some other locals and they don’t seem like they wanna tear me in pieces” I use this opportunity to study her and I can say there is something about her. She is dressed in a strapless top and a tattoo is on the right side of her chest. I don’t know if it’s a dog, a wolf or something but it looks dangerous and beautiful all the same, she is beautiful.

That lady was elegant but liked riddles. “Amanita. Her name is Amanita,” I blurted. The woman clapped with her elbow-length gloves, and her claps followed the same hissing sounds. I found the vines rustling. Oh! So those twigs made the sounds. Weird! “Well done, Viviana Miracle. You have a keen observation.” The woman said and took off her mask. She revealed her face. She was an average-looking lady supposedly in her mid-forties. Her skin was a bit red with light color. Thick eyelashes, round-purple eyes, drooping lips, wide forehead. Her features were average.

she replied curtly. The woman smiled slightly, but it was a piercing smile. "Of course. I just want to make sure your reputation doesn't take you too far." Her eyes then shifted to Enne, looking at her for a moment with a gaze full of interest and something hard to translate. Enne felt her hair stand on end under the woman's gaze. Her words just now carried a mysterious aura that made her feel even more wary. Who was this woman? What was her relationship with Andhara? And why did she seem so secretive?