Free-spirited Woman Novels & Stories

Panting harshly he grabbed your jaw while your chest got heavy, having tears in your eyes you feared this man to the core. You felt your knees weak whenever he was around you! "Brother-in-law, you are hurting me!" You spelled trying to shake his touch away while he gritted his teeth at your stubborn traits. "I am done waiting for my brother to throw you away to get you, seems like that bastard won't do shit so I have to snatch you away from him!" He spoke grabbing her wrist earning a hiss from her mouth. Her eyes were still teary made his heart burn. "You are mine more than him!"

During their seven-year relationship, Claudia Maureen Tiongco thought that Preston would be her husband, that he would fulfill her dream of becoming a wife but she was disappointed. Unexpectedly, Preston's attitude towards her changed especially when she met Penelope, his assistant. Claudia tried to understand everything, even seeing the two happy was something she endured because of her deep love for Preston. Every time she saw Preston treating Penelope well, it hurt her so much. But not everything ended there. Claudia saw that leaving Preston and moving to his rival company was a good opportunity to start a new lifestyle but she's wrong. Preston followed her wherever she went and f

We were on our way to celebrate our son’s birthday when we got into a car crash. When I woke up, I looked at my family gathered around my hospital bed and cracked a joke: “Sorry, but who are you guys?” I held back a smile, curious to see how they'd humor their "amnesiac" patient. Would my mother grab my hand in a panic? Would my husband look at me with worry? Would my son rush over, crying and calling me Mom? What I didn't expect was for them to freeze for a moment—and then, almost in unison, let out sighs of relief. My mother was the first to speak, her tone unmistakably lighter, as if a huge weight had been lifted. "If you don’t remember, it’s probably for the best. This is Lindsay—y

I hadn't seen my mafia husband, Luca Moretti, and our daughter Dora in three whole months. Why? Because his mother, Fiona, said Dora should stay with her "for a while." And Luca? He was "too busy with business," as always. So when Luca finally called and said he was going to pick me up for a family reunion at the villa, I was overjoyed. I thought maybe, just maybe, I'd finally get to hold my little girl again. I spent the whole damn day running around the city, buying her favorite dolls, snacks, a new pink dress, anything I thought would make her smile at me again. But when the car arrived, it wasn't what I imagined. Before I could even say Hi, Dora turned her head, took one look at me… a

Parole is Shaw Carter’s final shot at freedom, and he doesn’t want to lose it. After a felony conviction nearly cost him everything, the path forward is narrow—keep his head down, stay out of trouble, and survive long enough to earn his life back. It would be an easy task if he wasn’t placed in the mayor’s custody, and is forced to share the same apartment with his son. Lucas Hale is everything Shaw should avoid. He’s sharp-tongued, infuriatingly composed, and far too comfortable pushing Shaw to his limits. From the very first night, it’s clear Lucas doesn’t want Shaw there. Every word that came out of Lucas' mouth was a provocation. Shaw tells himself it doesn’t matter. He can endure any

Late at night, my husband came home with a young model. "So, you are the washed-up wife that Mr. Dawson keeps at home?" The girl looked at me with a mocking smile and said. Jay Dawson, my husband, reeking of alcohol, glanced between us with interest. He then hugged the young girl and led her into the bedroom. I sat alone on the living room couch, wrapped in a blanket, and listened to their shameless noises all night. I endured it for two years. Our agreement had finally ended this year, and so had my love for Ethan. I walked away. But Ethan chased after me like a madman.

At the Costa family's annual capo banquet, Marco Costa declared the family would extend protection to one woman only: Rosa Frost, his childhood sweetheart, newly divorced and newly returned to the family fold. One by one, the other women slipped away into the night with their money, their dignity, and fresh protectors already lined up. I, Viola Rossi, once his Donna, was severed from the Costa family entirely, with nowhere left to go. Twenty-one years prior, The System ripped me into this life with a brutal mandate: make one of four made men fall irrevocably in love with me, and I'd earn my way back to my real life with a healthy body. I failed. Every single one of them chose Rosa. The syst

After being reborn, I decided to write my sister's name on the marriage application. This time, I would help Sebastian Holt achieve his wishes. In this lifetime, I took the lead—I let my sister wear the wedding dress first and put the engagement ring on her finger. I personally orchestrated every encounter between Sebastian and my sister. When he took her to the capital city, I headed to Southport University without a second thought. In my previous life, even when I was over 50 years old, he and our son still knelt before me, begging for a divorce. This time, I would fulfill his final romantic destiny with my sister. Living this second life, all I wanted was to spread my wings and soar h

'The downfall of a queen is a fatal one' Munawarrah Osman Abdel-Jabar is a cold hearted Egyptian/ Nigerian woman born, and brought up in Nigeria, CEO of Aaima pharmaceuticals and Aaima construction company. She has done things to land her where she is and she isn't stopping. Her father had left her Nigerian mother, Aaima with pregnancy and ran away, she is among the top fifty most influential women in the world and considers herself incapable of love. Following series of events that leads to the shaky background of her company and threatens it's collapse. Munawarrah is forced to drop her pride and do things she hasn't done before but can even those help her so as to be able to hold onto

He presses deeper into me, I meet his thrust this time, desperate for him to be closer. "Does this feel dead to you? Hmm?" he whispers, the tenor of his voice dark and sinful. A snarl forming on his face. He looks vicious and enticing at the same time. His fingers pinch my nipple through the flimsy fabric of my bra, tugging hard and wringing a pained cry from my throat. Yet, my pussy reacts differently without my permission. His touch alone is making me feel crazed. Nothing has ever felt so fucking good. "Answer me" he whispers into my ear, sending violent tremors throughout my body. The ever-present fear steadily pumping into my bloodstream, nearly drugging me with its potenc