Leftover Woman Novels & Stories

Lucas motions to the pizza boxes. Alice chuckles and gets up to the fridge to collect orange juice. "Feast away your hangover." Lucas chuckled taking out a slice. "We're planning a sleepover tonight at ours. There will be Pizzas, junk food, and countless movies on N*****x. So what's up?" Lucas asked, stuffing a whole slice in his mouth. Lucas and Olivia were roommates in an apartment. "I'm in. Bobby is not in the city and I'd love to come. What about you Elsa?"

About to eat the leftover she had brought from work. That was the only thing she could remember, as she racked her head. Her Father had many debtors, it might have been one of them. She'd tried her best in the very way she could, paying the little debts off. It wasn't enough. Was it Mooney? The woman was always looking for a way to end her. Right? But why would someone open the door? Didn't they know that they might sneak out? Ralda wondered. Crreekkkk... They both heard another door creak open.

Blood was speckled over every piece of skin I could see. "Nice place y'all got here." The woman announced, pulling me away from my thoughts. "Smells like supper time." I glanced at her. The woman was a little rough around the edges with wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, but it was women like her that would survive the apocalypse. When I stayed quiet, she filled the silence. "I'm Janette. Janette Malone. I don't know your man's name, but I know yours. He was hollering for you all day. I'm glad that's over."

There was a uniqueness to this situation; however, that seemed to jar him awake. “Oh, so you’re awake, Aziz.” Something about this older woman even moved my beast from his slumber. “Aziz, too, huh?” Toran chuckled. I laughed dryly. “Quiet Toran. You too, Aziz.” The overseer stopped short of a crib at the far end of the large room. “A shame how these humans…discard their young.” The old woman said under her breath. These humans? Her choice of words was curious, to say the least. “Excuse me?” I said, wondering if she’d repeat her comment.

"My daughter divorced you two years ago. What do you call this, exactly? Stalking?" "I don't recognize that divorce!" Dante shouted. "Whether you recognize it or not, the law does," my mother said, waving a hand. "Throw this dog out." Security moved in, but Dante had brought his own men. The two sides squared off. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Agent Johnson? This is Isabella Rossi. There's a disturbance at my mother's casino. The man causing it is wanted for multiple federal crimes..." Ten minutes later, the wail of sirens filled the air.

It was a graveyard in space. "This is where the Surgeon keeps the 'Difficult Cases " the woman explained. "The ones who fought the world. The ones who refused to be fuel for the machines." "My mother is here?" June asked. Her heart was pounding. "She was the first " the woman said. She walked toward a silver door. "She taught us that a soul cannot be turned into a computer file. A piece always stays behind." The woman touched the door. It vanished. Inside was a room that looked like a high-end operating room. In the center on a floating table was a woman.

The woman is eyeing all of the food I had left over and she has a worried look on her face. “No, no! Everything was amazing. I’m…..I’m just not used to eating big meals,” I say with a small smile. The truth is that I’m not used to eating much at all. There were many days I went without any type of food, only having water to fill my needs. I don’t want to tell this woman that because I don’t want to see that look of pity that is sometimes thrown my way. She nods and takes my plates away. I was just about to ask if there was anything in the kitchen that I could help with when a hand touches my arm. I look up and see a beautiful woman that looks just like Zahara, just a bit older.

, the woman uttered again gripping her palm She couldn't make a move," I am a wanderer...not just that, but an orphan too, I have nowhere to go " " Seriously, you look like a lactating mother ", the woman announced She nodded, " the story of my life is something else " " You're leaving with me now to become part of my family ", she concluded taking her to the car

I will not waste it by reaching for more. I spent five years cataloging exactly what I threw away, and the cruelest entry in the whole ledger is this one: that the woman beside me, who owes me nothing, who I broke and abandoned and left for dead, is still, even now, even here at the bottom of the cold world, the most generous creature I have ever known.

The frozen cube slid across the polished surface and hit the center with a soft thud. Inside? A human tongue. Pale. Preserved. The kind of pink you only saw in death. Eyes narrowed. No one gasped. Of course not. These were men and woman who’d seen tongues torn out of screaming mouths. Who’d stepped over bodies like puddles. “What’s this?” the only other woman at the table, Donatella, Don of the Scarlet Hand, asked, her fingers tinkling with diamonds that dripped down her wrists like water. Her voice was curious but amused. Not horrified.