Female Solo Novels & Stories

Sari tells her and I just look between the standoff of these two while I take a bite of my sandwich. "Or It's time someone does something!" She says and hands me a cup of coffee. Sari just shakes her head and I sigh. "I don't want anything to do with him!" I say " you can't live your whole life alone Selena! You need a mate" Emma says and I roll my eyes at her. " you are wrong! I don't need a man in my life. I'm perfectly fine being on my own" and that's the truth, I'm happy the way my life is right now, and down want anyone to come and mess it up.

I just want to eat, live and well… I want Liam to come home often. These days everything seems weird. I don't know if it's me or anytime I see Liam these days. I act weird. Like really weird. Like out of my comfort zone, weird. Out of Scarlett Hathaway's way weird, I've been meaning to ask Vilda about it. Since she's the only female around. She's so manly and can almost be mistaken as a male but still. She's a female. And I literally have no one to talk to around here.

It was so sincere and I knew he would miss me for real, we disengaged from the hug and I walked up to Sarah and also hugged her for a while. "Saying that I will miss you Sally would be an understatement", she said, and we both burst out in sad laughter. Tears began flowing down my cheek, we disregard the hug and hugged each other again. I was feeling lonely already, I was already feeling the separation from my family, from Sarah, from all that I love. But I wouldn't stay back, I had to take this part, to follow this route, the route to my freedom. The route to my sanity, I had to do this for my mental safety.

"And they didn’t have two alpha males fighting over them in public.’ Stupid Argo. Stupid Eli. They had made my life even more difficult. People looked at me like I was some kind of slut. Some whispered about how it was even possible that I had gotten these two men to like me. Word had spread after my birthday, and I had left a week later. It was just me, traveling by myself, which wasn’t something I thought I would like. But it was freeing. There was no one telling me what to do. I made my own choices, and once I got over the embarrassment of eating by myself, I actually found it really nice to have some quiet moments by myself. Or at least that’s what I told myself during the moments I was

“But I’m done being silent. I am not just a wife. I am a woman. I am a human being. And I refuse to be framed as the villain in a story I didn’t write.” The camera rolled as she took the audience through the manipulation, the betrayal, the weaponized narrative Steph had spun. She exposed the truth about the tapes, the threats, and even the attempt to paint Fergus as a foreign influencer. “Fergus Montano is not my puppet master. He is a man who treated me with more honesty and compassion in a few weeks than my husband did in over a decade.” Sandra paused, letting the silence breathe before she finished. “To every woman who’s been broken, silenced, you are not crazy. You are not weak. And you

1:32 AM. Sofia sighed and placed the phone back down, running a hand through her hair. Her thoughts drifted to her family….how she’d grown up alone, learning to navigate a world that often looked down on her for being young, female, and ambitious. And tonight proved nothing had changed, she thought bitterly. Even now, as she stood on the cusp of reclaiming her place in the Montero legacy, she was still underestimated, still preyed upon by men who saw her as vulnerable.

I shouldn’t get carried away… “You really should get someone to live with. It’s not safe for a woman to live alone,” I said out of the blue, and anger flashed through her eyes. “Are you one of those men who think a single woman can’t live by herself?” My eyes widened. “I didn’t say that–” “Yeah, but you thought it,” she snapped. “Listen, Caspian Gray, I don’t live by the world’s standards. That’s why I worked hard to be where I am today. It means I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

Seeing my prolonged silence, the others exchanged glances, confused. The awkward tension in the air was palpable. Another pack member, a tall brunette named Sarah, spoke up, "Katherine, you shouldn't talk about such confidential matters so openly. Aren't you afraid someone might copy your process and craft the same stone?" Katherine smiled sweetly, her voice dripping with false modesty. "I only discussed the details with Emma. She's so talented, how could she possibly copy a nobody like me to craft her stone?"

That was it. A woman could be powerful and brilliant and feared and still be alone. Society was very good at celebrating women who succeeded while making sure they had to do it without or little help. Sandra Raymond had been alone in a different way, invisible, underestimated, dismissed. But alone was alone. We had both been alone, Vivian and I. I put down my pen. I looked out the window at the city for a moment. Then I looked back at Maria. "One more thing," I said. "Tell me about her personally.

My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a