Headshave Women Stories Novels & Stories

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

He shook his head, trying not to imagine it. He’d seen some pictures of the women and he’d been horrified at the damage inflicted on them. God, what the women had suffered was literally unimaginable: many, many of them had lost an eye, one woman had had her lips burned right off.

When Adonis and I got up off the ground, our eyes grew big when we saw a beautiful woman with three heads. We weren't planning on having any more visitors, but you're welcome to my world. At the same time, all three heads spoke. "Why do I feel like we're in total shit?"

“she could hear the screams and shouts, and she realized in horror what she had done. What they had all done.” I am rooted in my seat as I look at the woman in front of me narrating a story I know all too well it's hers. She is the girl. “they all died together, the five of them and the mates were left carrying their children. And in anguish. A story that no one knows what happened because they vowed to never talk of it.” I shudder as those eyes settle on me but I steel my gaze as I look at her. “it didn’t matter anyway, because one of the girls died in childbirth, the other killed herself right after childbirth, and the other went mad after a few years. And the other escaped, from her ghost

What if I trust her and she breaks me even more. I jumped on my bed as I starred at the white ceiling . My eyelids suddenly grew heavy and I drifted off to sleep . "Come here, you are just a little puppet in my hand even an ants life is worth more than yours ." he said . I walked straight to him .I was frightened. He pushed me to the wall and his actions led to my head hitting the wall and as a result got bruised ." Please leave me , let me go , no, don't hit me . " I woke up only to find it a dream with tears flooding my eyes . I got up and left the room . I walked further to the edge of the building . There were voices in my head telling me continuously to jump and kill myself . There wer

“I used to pity her—but now, she’s clearly vile.” “Nothing but a pretty face and a vicious heart.” Cindy smiled darkly behind the pillar as the tide turned in her favor. “Because of her, her sister lost her baby and fell into a coma for five years!” one woman added for emphasis. Shane’s face twisted in disbelief. He turned sharply. “Who told you that?” The women shrank back, unwilling to meet his eyes. “Who told you that?” Shane bellowed. Their mouths opened and closed like fish. Then one blurted, “We heard it… in a plating parlor. Everyone knows!”

I've said what I needed to say. The truth is out and I don't need to repeat it endlessly for other people's consumption but something unexpected keeps happening. Women keep reaching out not just strangers in comment sections, but people I know, acquaintances from the galas, clients from the studio, women I've crossed paths with over the years. They share their own stories quietly and privately. The husband who controlled the money, the boyfriend who isolated them from friends, the father who made them feel worthless. Over and over, the same patterns, the same shame, the same relief at finally being heard.

Before she reached the men, she turned her body and tapped her foot on the wall, swinging her wrist in a wide arc that cleanly severed a head from its body. A dull thump resounded, and the head rolled on the cement before coming to a stop before the feet of six men. A second of dead silence stretched, before the man nursing a stump sunk to his knees and fell to the side. Staring at the headless corpse of their friend, the remaining five swallowed their saliva. "You...what do you want?" The same man who spoke earlier asked again. "I wanted nothing. Until you decided I was an easy prey." Emerging from the side like a devil from hell, Shamsiya threw out her stakes, nailing two straight in the c

Her under eyes looked terrible as a man came out after her, holding a bimbo-looking girl clinging on to him like a goddamned monkey. “先ほども言いました！家にいる雌犬！” (Sakihodo mo iimashita! Ie ni iru meinu!) (I told you! stay home bitch!) The man started to shout and threw her bag right on the woman’s face. Hitting her and injuring her even more, she flinched in fear and hid her stomach as if she was protecting it from harm. And right then Allana understood that she must have been pregnant for her to act in such a way, but she does not approve that she would risk her and her son’s safety for a terrible man like the guy.

“I'd bet anything that Mr. Sterling doesn't actually love his wife. I heard the old Mr. Sterling forced his grandson to marry that pathetic low-class girl, Isabella Grey, just because she once saved the old man from falling. Sometimes I do suspect she planned that event to get favors from him.” Rita let out a loud gasp, and her eyes widened. “Oh my God! Where did you hear that?” Vera shrugged carelessly. “I have my sources.” The words had barely left her mouth when my shadow stretched across the floor between them. The two women instantly froze, their faces draining of colors. Slowly, they turned around and saw me standing there; every ounce of confidence vanished as their bodies trembled. I