Handmaid's Tale Novel Novels & Stories

The woman near the wall pressed her hands to her mouth, and the man beside her turned away for a second like he needed to hide his face. For years, hope had been lost to them. The madness had been eating the old woman alive piece by piece. She had known she was disappearing. She had known her family was watching her fade and could do nothing but ration liquid food and wait for the day she stopped recognizing them. Then this strange pregnant woman walked in, gave her medicine from nowhere, brought clean water, and let an unborn child heal her like it was the most natural thing in the galaxy.

Not wanting to read more about the poison, I tossed the book back to the stool and walked to the door as my stomach laid a complaint once again― the last straw that broke the Camel's back. Thankfully, guards and handmaids were already trooping out from their tents when the moon disappeared from the sky. I made my way to the kitchen and luckily met a few maidens who processed my request and helped me take back the delicious rib soup and roast fish, which I could not help but fall for, to my room.

Bianca was dragged along with the men beside each side of her. Anna the handmaid of the house slammed a door opened and the lady was bought in. Her blindfold was taken off by one of the men. Now she can see where she is. The first thing that caught her glimpse, was the surrounding of the flourishing room she was in. She was stunned but didn't let it shows on her face as she angrily turned her head to look in the direction of the maid and the men.

Emily's pov I stood in front of my wardrobe, staring at the ridiculous number of clothes inside. I dragged hanger after hanger along the rail. Apparently, being a billionaire heiress meant owning enough outfits to dress a village. And yet I had nothing to wear. I pulled out a gorgeous knee-length gown, admired it, and hung it back up. Too much. This was a family dinner, not a royal wedding. Then I remembered Nikolai Bernard. The man who would eventually kill me.

I draw a little stick figure on it and point to the foreigner. - This is you. The man looks. I think you understand, but you're struggling with something in your own head, trying to remember. I look at his face in the light of the flames and notice that he is no longer so pale. Her coal-dark hair is dusted with sand, messy over her shoulders, but very pretty. All the Handmaids of the Goddess have lilac hair like fresh lavender. Well, actually our hair doesn't have any color, but it starts to take on a lilac color when we're very little and we start washing it with sacred oils. So for me, the foreigner's hair — Kris-Den — is different and beautiful.

When Vespera Nyx discovers that her husband has stolen all her money and properties, she believes nothing could hurt her more. But he proves her wrong when he abandons her during the zombie apocalypse and proposes to her best friend, the woman she trusted like a sister. Left with nothing in a world filled with the undead, Vespera fights to survive. Before her death, she reads a novel about a woman who suffers the same betrayal during the apocalypse. The woman loses everything to her husband and best friend before being killed by the very people she once loved. But fate has a cruel twist waiting for Vespera. She opens her eyes again, only to discover that she has transmigrated into