Every Woman Should Read This Book Novels & Stories

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I raised my brow in question at her. "I know, I know." She laughed with a soft voice. "I promise that I am not a weirdo. I am just curious to see your view on this book. I mean It is rarer to see people read that book." Her words were incessant. Why should people bother to read this book that was about the woman who killed my people? She was not worthy of it. She reminded me of my mom; who was the just replica of her. What was the difference between her and my mom?

Some instinct, some animal pull toward danger, the kind your body knows before your mind catches up. There was a woman standing near the far end of the room. She was laughing at something a man in a navy suit had said, her head tilted, one hand resting lightly on her collarbone. She was beautiful in that aggressive, effortless way that made you feel like your own reflection was a mistake. Dark hair. A red dress that fit her like intention. And she was pregnant. Obviously, unmistakably pregnant. The room kept moving around me. Glasses clinked. Someone laughed too loudly near the bar. A string quartet played something low and sweet in the corner. I stood there in my white dress and felt the fi

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"Why also praise stories like that? Are there no other books that are of higher quality?" "Hahaha... that's why, you better read before commenting. It's like you've judged someone 100% bad even though you've only met them for a few days. That's an unfair judgment!" "I only caught what I saw!" "That means your thinking is shallow!" "All right... all right, so what's the point of the story?" "Why don't you just read it yourself?" "Just tell me!" "Hahaha...well, the point is about a man who is said to be the most desirable man, has a perfect life, yes everything. His goal is to conquer as many women as possible as a manifestation of his childhood trauma disorder."

I analyzed the whole scene set up by the house with the blood smeared on the hideous green carpet, I stretch out my hand making sure to leave the dirty fingerprints against the wallpaper remembering the nights next to the man I swore to love. I sigh, turning my face away and finding my brother's fury just the incentive to finally make my voice heard. It's incredible how arrogance blinds men to the point of not realizing that a woman never loses her power, a woman doesn't lose the war, and when she wants to, she's capable of destroying everything.

I had the urge to touch it, so I reached forward for it. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," I jerked at the gruff voice and turned around. It was an old woman with grey asymmetric Bob hair and beautiful brown skin. She held a walking stick with a snake's head and red eyes. She wasn't green, blue, or decapitated like the others, she looked like a real woman. "That book might be titled 'NAMES', but it is not a good book. Those five letters stand for something, terrible things. Open that book and you won't love what you will see,"

“I'm sorry.” “No, you're not,” she said, her stare was already pressing down on me. Because annoyingly, she was somehow right. “She actually spent almost half of her day here,” the woman added. “Doing what exactly?” She stared at me again, as if thinking whether to keep this conversation going or not. “Reading of course, what else?” “What was she basically reading about?” “Almost everything,” she gestured towards the space in the bookstore. That was when my eyes drifted towards them. Almost all the book covers were about wolves and leaders. But there wasn't any picture on them, just words.

This book, from the absolute depth of my heart, is written as a guide and a consolation to everyone out there. To both men and women: you all are too good and too deserving to ever be with a toxic partner. Both genders have good and bad people, and my sincere prayer is that all the good people out there meet their match, while the bad people equally meet their kind. I truly hope that this book helps every single reader realize that there is always better out there. When a workspace or a job is treating you badly, look outside, and I promise you there will be better out there for you. The same thing applies to your partner.