Free Black Women's Library Novels & Stories

"They can assume what they want. Let them assume, you're a brilliant woman who deserves this and if anyone has some time to spare and make a banter off you then they're delirious and serve no purpose for their life than to spout about others." "It is not that easy!" "Forget them, I do not know what you plan on doing after this but I request your forget their pointless talks. You're far more special. You will soon be more overwhelmed, with people from the paper and what not bothering you because you my darling have become the first black woman to ever been given her freedom. I understand it has always been black men who were granted their freedom for so many reasons that they're able and supp

Gah, she hoped so. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time. I’m sure you’re busy.” “No, that’s fine,” Mia replied, her stomach sinking. Maybe this woman was simply calling to try and sell Mia something or to do one of those phone survey things. “How can I help you?” “Have you heard of ‘Little Black Book?’” Harley asked. “The new women’s magazine?” Mia asked, her heart jumping into her throat. “That’s the one,” Harley replied and it sounded like she had a smile on her face.

I doubt I'll be able to get there on my own" I whisper and the girl nods smiling. I didn't know if the women who would serve me, would always be on her side. So, I had to gain their trust, maybe they have a better plan to escape from here and that my husband does not find me. As soon as we arrive at the library, I am surprised by how big it is. It corresponds to the entire floor. The girl shows me each section as if she were the librarian and we both take the area of romance books, to get out of the cruel reality. Hours pass and it is the smell of wood and citrus that makes me look away from my incredible book and find a man with a murderous look walking towards me. "I knew I couldn't end my

The library stood near the town square; a beautiful, old sandstone building with wide steps and tall windows that always smelled faintly of old paper and sea breeze. A banner hung across the entrance: “Brentwood Youth Symposium — Connecting Minds, Sharing Dreams.” Gal grinned at me. “See? Totally worth leaving the house for.” I chuckled. “You just want the snacks.” “Maybe,” she said, laughing. Inside, the library had been rearranged, tables pushed aside to make space for rows of folding chairs. There were posters about creativity, community projects, and “youth impact.” At the front stood a cheerful-looking woman in her thirties with a microphone, addressing the small crowd of about thirty t

And just like that a blurry voice and an image that she assumed that was part of her memory appeared in her mind. 'A woman's worth is more than a man could never work for. A woman is a powerful person who gives light. A woman has been given a womb and a man's part and yet she can give life. A woman has been given a house and yet she made it a home that is full of warmth. A woman is someone who was given a simple thing but can give back precious treasures. A woman has never been worthless. Always remember you are a woman. And you are worth it"

get yo asses up and go clean the fucking library she barked making the maids to tremble and soon they all dispersed from her sight . " no one wanted to die in the presence of that evil witch, they thought as they went inside the big library, Their jaws wanted to drop from their faces as they saw how the library has been turned , Is she for real ? one of the maid asked herself, how could a person do this to the whole library knowing the library is the biggest in the whole lands" she is such a spoilt brat , one of the maid nurtured and started cleansing with a very worried face , " how can some one be this hurtless? she asked herself and soon they started working silently and with fear of thei

155 Shania adjusted the stack of books in her arms as she stepped into the cozy library at the foundation’s headquarters. This had quickly become her favorite spot to retreat to, a quiet space where stories lived and dreams flourished. A part of her still marveled at how far things had come. The library was bustling with activity as kids and young adults flipped through pages of novels and textbooks. Shania watched a young girl named Tasha animatedly discuss a book with her peers, her shy demeanor replaced by an infectious enthusiasm.

Suddenly, both of the books burst into a shower of gold, leaving nothing behind except the two spots of gold where they used to be seconds ago. A woman, standing at the center of the library looks up, revealing her ethereal appearance. Her black hair is framing her face, and her golden eyes glowing with unknown power. Suddenly, she speaks up, “Sisters we have a predicament.”

She sought to understand why her skin reacted so violently to his touch, and why the forest, which should have been a labyrinth of fear, felt like a home she had finally found. Later, in the small town library—an brick building that seemed on the verge of being swallowed by ivy—Helena immersed herself in records that smelled of dust and oblivion. The librarian, a woman whose eyes were as opaque as frosted glass, watched her with a distrust that bordered on silent hostility every time Helena requested books about local folklore. “Search the founding lineages, miss,” said the librarian, her voice sounding like the rustle of dry paper. “The history of Blackwater is not in the newspapers. It’s i

"I saw the library, it's ridiculous." "Obviously not all the books, Mike." he scoff. "I went through the covers and I read a few who could have had something, but there was nothing. The lady in the library - Frida - she's still searching and will tell me if she finds anything." The main base has more books. Alexandra thought. Still, she knew they wouldn't find anything there. Alexandra has read majority of the books, and they were nothing compared to the amount they have in here. Adom also has many books...