Handmaids Tale Novels & Stories

She walked to the table, her fingers hovering over the vellum. "My mother... she was working on the 'Gilded Cage' trope for her fiction," Maya whispered, remembering the notes from her childhood. "But it wasn't fiction, was it? It was a containment strategy for the Residue." "Exactly," Elias said. "She knew that if the humanity of the host was stripped away, the Residue would turn into a hive-mind; the Heiress. But if the host could maintain a 'Human Narrative,' the power could be harnessed. Your children, Maya... they are the first successful 'Narratives.' They aren't just biological; they are stories written in a language the machine can't speak."

Let's go outside and play We walked out and I simply told her to take me to the ocean She chuckled and carried me up then we appeared beside the ocean I hugged her tight Me: thank you Blue I'm so happy Can't wait for Adrian to come back We're expecting a baby again He's going to be so happy I stood up and checked the mirror I'm still pretty I've been declared the most beautiful married princess in the world So privileged My life has changed so much All because I began to work in a castle as a maid The same castle where I'm now the second woman of authority What if I refused to work here? What if I ran away when I decided to avoid the Prince? Then I'd probably be a waitress somewhere I wiped

Katherine was curious as Lily seemed to know the castle like the back of her hand. "I grew up here, my mother was Queen Orizelle's handmaiden, may she rest in peace. After spending all your life within the walls of this place, it becomes natural," She said while leading the way out of the garden. Katherine noticed something unusual about the maid, "Are you human?" she asked the girl curiously. "I am of werewolf descent but the gene must've skipped a generation," Katherine nodded in understanding as Lily answered her question. She quickly changed the topic to avoid making the maid feel uncomfortable.

She saw two guards who were stationed at the door the voices were coming from, stopping to look behind her and around her, when she saw no one was staring at her, she disappeared and appeared inside the Queen's chamber. "Who are you?" The Queen's handmaid demanded immediately going into a fighting stance. "Someone who overheard your discussion, why did you poisoned King Reed?" Ariel/ River asked. "I ask the question not answer my question with a question, who are you, tell me or you will regret-" the handmaid didn't get to complete her statement when Ariel/ River used her index finger from her right hand to touch her forehead, she was so fast in her movement that the handmaid didn't have eno

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.

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.

She squealed in horror as she stepped out into the open, the square littered with the decapitated bodies of children, their head neatly lined up inches away from their bodies; their tiny masses beaten and broken. Elika tripped, tumbling over the fresh corpse of the bakers wife, her sea blue eyes vacant of life. Fresh tears slipped from the princess eyes as her hand fell upon the small bump on the woman’s stomach, her heart twisting in vile fits of anguish. How could someone do this to children, to a pregnant woman? She asked herself, rising back onto her knees as she searched the smoke infested streets. Who could have done this?

But the colors didn't seem bruised to her anymore; they looked like royalty—a kind of royalty one that belonged to anyone willing to work the land and open their heart. Hannah turned away from the window moving through the house that was now a home. She passed the letters from her past and the dusty portraits she had moved to the attic. Every step was a confirmation of her victory. She had won. Not, by conquering an enemy. By cultivating a life. The "Flower of the Manor" was not Elena; it was the entire existence they had grown from the ruins of a cold history.. As the first stars began to twinkle over the valley Hannah knew that this harvest—and every harvest to come—would be a celebration

Cheska asked in shock when she heard Madeline's story while she was fuming in anger. Her make up was already running down her cheeks. Her always neatly brushed hair was in a mess. Her hand had some nail prints and cuts. "That b*tch! Since she became a Houston, she's already gotten some balls. Wait for my revenge and I will tear her part!" Madeline was blowing fire on her nostrils. Her fists were clenched tight. She had never been humiliated that way in her entire life. And for a certain former maid! "Dr. Houston's life runs like a Cinderella except for the evil stepmom and stepsiblings thing. Her life was like, how do they call that? Ah! From rugs to riches!" Cheska remarked instead ignoring

So shocked that she didn’t even react to Choice calling her continuously. “Sister….sister!!! What happened? What are you looking at?” Choice peered down at the manuscript. The words were foreign to her. She was a fairy destined with other works and hence wasn’t allowed to look at the manuscripts that had yet to take form. Destiny’s eyes kept glued at the manuscript. The pen had stopped moving and she was in the Destiny Land looking at the new word formed in the manuscript, Shala in the Human World looking at the sky with his gaze traveling into fairy Land, and Ginevra in Morvin Hills looking at her hands absorbing remaining water drops …all said in unison,