Leftover Woman Novels & Stories

I was surprised to find that her tongue was half a foot long, very thin, and that the tip of her tongue had two lobes. "Don't talk so much nonsense with them." The old woman came over. "I'm starving to death. I can hardly stand the smell of their meat during the day." "Mom, don't be so impatient." The woman smiled and said, "We've been lonely here for many years. It's not easy for someone to come. I want them to accompany me to relieve my boredom before eating." "What new game are you playing? Can't your husband satisfy you?" Grumbled the old woman.

Seventy-seven days. That was how long Marcus Harper had gone without saying a single word to his wife. No argument. No explanation. Just silence. And the worst part? Lila Harper still loved him. Because Marcus wasn't always cruel. He was the husband everyone wished they had—the flowers, expensive dates, gentle touches, and the way he looked at Lila like she was the only woman in the world. The perfect marriage! She was envied. But she knew what happened when the doors closed. For ten years, she kept forgiving Marcus, waiting for his silence to end and believing the loving man she knew was the real him. Until the seventy-seventh day. One bank statement changes every

On the day Evan Carter was supposed to meet my adoptive parents, his phone was turned off all day. As my future husband, he had confidently promised me the night before that he would win my parents over. Yet even after the server had refilled our glasses for the sixth time, I still couldn’t reach him. A few hours later, I came across a post from Evan’s assistant, Maya Collins. In the photos, Evan was sitting on her family’s couch with bags of expensive gifts around him, keeping her parents company. The caption read: “My family has been pressuring me to get married nonstop. Thank you to my amazing boss for stepping in and pretending to be my boyfriend so I could get through this!” Evan

“You call a woman a stain just because she was married and divorced?” “Alpha, look at the facts,” one of the elders said, his voice trembling just enough to show he knew he’d crossed a line. “She was married to Bronte and got rejected. In a world like ours, that is as low as it gets. If you make her your Luna, the other packs will laugh at us. They’ll see us as a dumping ground for leftovers.” Leftovers. That was the word they used for my woman.

" A beautiful, petite lady dressed in a fitted short red gown and heels, walked into the large room elegantly. She noticed one of her employees holding one side of her face with both hands and wincing in pain. Lucas had slapped the employee for trying to touch him. Yet again, he looked sideways and adjusted his blazer. He looked at the petite lady who had just walked in and demanded, " Just call whoever is in charge of all of this, let's get this over with. " She walked over to him, taking each step accurately, and stopped right in front of him. She tucked a loose strand from her short bob hair at the back of her ear, revealing the left side of her face perfectly. She parted her red filled l

The safe house had a temple and packhouse enough to house more than twenty women though I did not have any idea of the specific numbers. The kitchen had some leftover food which I think was cooked yesterday. “What is that?” I asked, pointing at the figure on the floor. “Fuck!” Alpha Raphael cried, and he ran upon seeing a woman lying on the cold floor. The stench of blood was getting stronger inside. Alpha Raphael cursed and rushed to the woman’s side, leaving us. As we approached, I realized the woman was no longer breathing while Alpha Raphael scooped her in his arms. There was a big cut on her throat and her body was also turning purple.

“The woman in my room last night , she's gone." The other end went silent for a few minutes. The man on the other end of the line shot up from his bed upon hearing the news. “W-What did you say? Master Leon, did I hear you correctly?" wait, have you and the woman ..… done it?” Leon simply ignored his question. "stop asking questions and help me find out who she is. What family she comes from and what happened to her last night.”

Inside, the whole place smelled like stale cigarette smoke that had seeped into the walls years ago and never left and I fought the urge to wrinkle my nose. Behind the counter, an older woman sat watching a tiny television with the volume turned low. She didn't even glance up “You in luck,” she said, “There’s still one room left.” “One room?” Kiera blurted out, her eyes flashing wide.

POV: Lena Moretti The house looked smaller than I remembered. Or maybe I'd gotten bigger. Not physically, not yet, but in every other way that matters. The woman who'd left this house for a rehearsal dinner six weeks ago was a different person from the one standing on the porch now with a suitcase and no plan. That woman had been numb and compliant and ready to marry a man she didn't love because her father told her she had to. This woman had mapped criminal networks, testified at arbitration hearings, and walked out on a billionaire. Growth looks different on everyone.

Just the small sounds of the building around us, the distant low noise of the last of the dinner guests leaving, something in the wall behind us ticking with the temperature change of the evening cooling down. “Five years,” she said. Not an echo. More like she was placing it somewhere in her understanding and making room for it. “I saw it once before. Decades ago. A woman who took a transfer for her mate before he went into a situation that was supposed to last three months.” She paused. “It lasted two years.” “What happened to her.”