Leftover Woman Novels & Stories

I chop vegetables before sunrise, measure spices by hand. Wrap leftover sweets in paper for the kids who call me "Didi" with toothy grins. They don't flinch when they see me. That used to be a miracle. I made some friends too in my rented apartment, the real ones. The woman who downstairs plays her bhajans too loud. The man who upstairs coughs all night. The little girl next door draws paper flowers and slides them under my door. And for the first time in my life, I don't want to escape.

She huffed in a manner which indicated that she did not care about the pack where she grew up and then said in a hollow sort of voice, “ That pack is doomed to end even if you do not do anything.” “ This is not why I asked you about such a thing,” Levy interrupted the woman, she knew that as a shifter, the woman still had a sense of loyalty towards her pack even though she was abandoned by them, she would not betray them so easily which was why she opened her mouth and politely said, “ There is something else that I want to ask you.” “ What? What can this old woman help you with?” Levy’s hands clenched in her lap as she swallowed harshly before scrambling towards the bars of the cell as she

It was soft, spicy and warm. The old woman did not say a word. She just watched her eat with a quiet kind of sadness, as if recognizing something Fragile in her. After a moment, the old woman spoke. “I have a small flat. Just one room and a kitchen, but it's mine. If you have nowhere to go… you can come home with me”. Anna paused mid-bite. Her lips parted,but no words came.

“Are you leaving already? Going back home?” “Yes" Alex found himself nodding and answering her before he could stop himself. “That’s great news. You look different." The woman was nodding as her eyes roamed around his face, “I saw you at the club countless times and spoke to you once but I'm sure you were so wasted that night and now, you cannot remember me. I'm glad that you are finally over your women problems and have decided to wake up to face reality.” “Women problems?” Alex asked in surprise and with a deep frown on his face, “Did I tell you that?"

Only a few men were among them. The young woman sighed. “Yes, there’s an imbalance. And it’s getting worse. Right now we have over a hundred women and forty men, but almost half of our men have left to have a normal life within the village.” She peered at the women in the passageway, some of whom nodded regards at her before trekking past.

“Whoever I used to be I can’t be that person anymore.” “Did Michael do this to you?” Ruby squatted in front of the woman, her arms still cuffed behind her back. “I swear my patience with that man has run out.” “I don’t know who that is,” the woman said, frowning gently. “But yes, there was a man and a woman. Do you know them?” “A woman?” “Yeah. You know the type you see on I*******m reels? Big boobs, fake lips, and a whole bunch of needless attitudes.”

" I was stunned into silence by her relentless questioning. When I snapped back to reality, Bennett was cozily feeding Rosie with his fork and knife. I felt a surge of revulsion. Rosie nestled against Bennett like a child, her cheeks pink as she waited for him to spoon-feed her. I could not take it anymore. I slammed my cutlery down on the table. My voice rose as I asked, "What in the world are you two doing? Isn't this just gross? "And Rosie, do you still think you're a kid? Haven't you heard that men and women should keep a respectful distance? And here you are, cuddling up in my husband's arms for a meal?"

Heavier. The girl beside me whimpered again, and I turned back to her, wiping her brow with my sleeve. She needed more than I could give. I bit my lip hard, trying to stop the sting in my eyes. Suddenly, movement. An old woman crept from the shadows. Her hair was tangled and grey, her skin loose over frail bones but her eyes—her eyes still had something left in them. “Do not waste your kindness.” she murmured, her voice rough as gravel. “She won’t last the night.”

"The truth is, my wife, Giulia Romano, and I had a fight. This wedding is fake. It's just a tactic to force my wife to appear. If any of you know where she is, I'll reward you handsomely!" Isabella had not expected Dante to pull this stunt. Her heart lurched. "Dante, stop this! How is this going to help us find Giulia?" "Hello, I might know the Giulia you're looking for—" Isabella's words were interrupted by a timid voice. Dante whipped his head toward the sound and saw a young woman. The woman shrank back slightly. Despite Isabella's warning glare, she mustered her courage and said, "I'm a nurse. Two weeks ago, at the scene of that street shootout, I treated a pregnant woman named Giulia Ro

“Martinez?” “Coming, boss,” the COO said quickly, straightening up at once before following him out. The moment they left, the girl at the door walked in slowly, clapping her hands in mockery, the sound sharp and deliberate in the now quieter room. “So it’s true,” she said, looking Tessy up and down. “Pretty face and fine body really works. “Some of us are working ourselves to death, while some people are using another way to move up.” She folded her arms and smirked.