Ladies Book Novels & Stories

She huffs at us, rolling her eyes before pinning us with a firm stare. "Women write these books. You want to learn how to sweep a woman off her feet? There's your manual." She says, motioning towards the book in my lap. I look at the novel with a newfound respect before looking around the room. "Seriously?" I ask and the women all nod. "Oh yeah. I'd love for my husband to read some of these books. Maybe we could spice things up a little." A woman says and many others nod their heads in agreement. "Oh hell yes. Maybe get him to growl and call you a good girl." Another says with a giggle. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise and the younger girl looks at us with amusement.

You need the journal. Margaret opens the small box. Inside is a small book. The small book is the kind of small book that mothers of women who are gone keep in small boxes on Tuesday afternoons. The small book is a journal. The journal is the kind of journal that women who are gone used to keep on the nights the women who are gone could not sleep, in the way that women who are gone used to keep journals on the nights the women who are gone could not sleep when the women who are gone are the kind of women who are gone who used to keep journals on the nights the women who are gone could not sleep.

He knew because her eyes didn't move through the lines, nor did she turn the page after a long minute. He cleared his throat. "I know you have more guts than other ladies but I didn't know you were bold enough to read such a book in open space, Lady Lewis." Melrose lost her thoughts when he heard Lord Knight all of the sudden. She met his gaze and her eyes narrowed in suspicion when she saw the taunting mischief in his eyes. Realizing what he said, she looked at the cover of the book and her lips parted in shock. She almost threw the book! What the bloody hell! What she was pretending to read all this time was an explicit book!

she asked, holding up her complimentary copy. “How could I? Only just got it.” “Previously,” she said with a touch of exasperation. “No, I haven’t. I heard it was a dirty book,” I said and took a swig of my champagne. The woman’s thin lips thinned even more. “It is most certainly not. It is the greatest work of literature of the last or perhaps of any other century.”

Yet she could no longer doubt his interest in her and that it seemed genuine and honorable. Elizabeth shook her head. It would do no good to continue to dwell on this, as it was getting quite late, and if she were going to get a book, it would be better to go down now before she finally changed into her borrowed nightgown. Not wanting to draw any attention at this hour, she first peeked out to see that the hall was empty and then crept as quietly as she could down to the library by the light of her candle. There was still a glow from the fire to aid it in somewhat dispelling the darkness. Relieved to have successfully reached her goal without incident, she immediately crossed to the shelf th

The lady said typing away at the computer. Jade walked to the back wall, scanning the books, she found a book called ‘The Forgotten Sorrows.’ She planted herself on the floor and started to read into it. It didn’t detail too much into the whole history before the witch burnings, but when it started in on the witch burnings, it turned brutal.

Lord Syford started after he dismissed the other ladies who was surrounding him. “Don’t be silly, my lord. You owe me nothing at all. From all I know about London society, ‘t was at the proper discretion of the guests to present themselves before the soiree host, right after arrival. Or was your long stay here in a rather indifferent earldom rusted your idea of what truly London parties are supposed to be,” the Feledencian woman sarcastically pointed out with no regard of getting a bad impression from the man. The earlier sentiments about woman had made her extra agitated than before.

Elle wiped the wax away with a hand as steady as stone. Rounding the bend, Elaine stopped in her tracks. In the center of the room was a woman with eyes the color of ash. She glanced their way for a moment, but then resumed to her book. The volume she was reading was massive, maybe as large as Elaine. It was leather-bound and intricately sewn. The book rested atop a cherry wood table that towered in the old library. The woman stood behind the podium; her old, but unworked hands, smoothing out the precious pages.

She reached over the stacks with a scraggy hand and picked up a plain-covered book, handing it to Adea. Adea flipped it over to look at the spine, which showed the title, Pride and Prejudice. “Oh, no thank you,” Adea said with a kind smile as she handed the book back. “I don’t do much reading. My sister on the other hand-” She made a gesture toward Lyda, who was still flipping through the pages of one of the thickest books Adea had ever seen. “Ah!” the old woman exclaimed. “Fascinated by religious texts, my dear?”

“One! You have more?” But she was already on her way out, gently closing the door behind her. I couldn’t help but think of how graceful Darynem were. Such a sharp contrast from what we had been taught back in Anoryl. I took a deep breath and stepped deeper into the library. Where would I even start? “The oldest books are at the farthest shelves, history books below and magic above. That’s the order” a voice echoed from down the lane. Out of the shadows emerged a thin and tall old lady. She had thin glasses that were propped on the bridge of her nose but couldn't hide her bright orange eyes. She was beautiful with her pale blonde hair that tumbled beyond her shoulders in waves. “Thank you”, I