Leftover Woman Novels & Stories

"Well I wouldn't think otherwise because they would not dare to do that ,it's never going to happen . I walked to where all the rest of the girls were . Everyone looked famished and tired from hunger and it showed in their faces . It was even as if I was the only one who wasn't feeling any hunger yet and it wasn't really hungry . "Why are you late "the woman said to me the moment I got there . Madam Verek was a cold heartless woman ,she had brown skin and she was always this way . She doesn't care who you are ,she could be so harsh to you that you would wish that ,you never have to meet her in the first place * I didn't respond to her words but she just pushed me to the place where the rest

Leo laughed happily. “I missed you too, Mommy.” David stood. “I’ll be right back.” I watched him walk toward them. The three of them stood together Talking. Smiling.Looking. Like a family. A sharp pain settled deep inside my chest. I looked away before the tears returned. Then. The entrance doors opened again. The sound of high heels echoed across the polished floor. A woman walked inside while speaking on her phone. “I’ll just pick up the order and leave,” she said casually. She ended the call and looked toward the counter. Then she froze. Kamara in the restaurant. Her eyes landed on David.

He added, "Alyssa Winter, you were cruel enough to refuse to let Gracie move into our home, forcing a pregnant woman to live all alone. So, I'm going to make you experience how hard life is for women." At that moment, the restaurant customers followed the burly woman outside. Timothy shoved me back into the pit without a second thought. The woman threw a stack of photos at me, hitting my body hard. She yelled, "Still trying to deny it? This is all the evidence. You're disgusting! You're married, yet you're still playing mistress to my husband." One photo stuck to the food that stained my clothes. When I picked it up and looked at it, I felt like I had been struck by lightning.

She was nothing but a bitch in disguise, always flashing her smile while playing her wicked games. I pushed myself off the bed, the alcohol clouding my balance. But I stood my ground, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside me. “Please leave my room. Now. I am your brother-in-law, and I only love Sera.”

Simple, but quite filling, and the aroma, oh boy, just its aroma alone manages to make my mouth dripping wet. By the time Sophia, Janne, and I got our food. Mary and Lucy were already sitting near a pile of crispy dried leaves. Whisper to each other's ears then laugh. Sometimes I wonder how those two can get so close to each other. Like, how can you befriend a woman who had intercourse with your husband on the very same bed where you made love to him?

The boy won't steal food if he didn't hungry . " Please , please miss , my daughter and my son hadn't eat anything for two days . My husband had been in a high fever so he hadn't find food for these three days . My son just take the left over food while I'm washing the dirty dishes . The leftover will be given to wild dogs anywhere. " The woman cries as she hug her bleeding son . " I prefer to give the leftover to the wild dogs that the theft ." The blurry man said. " I give you work as a washer with twenty choppers a day and you only work for two hours your son had already steal the food . " The man shouts .

I hoped they loved me seriously but knew they wouldn’t. The door opened with the kitchen ladies coming back in with plates in their hands, enjoying their food. They deserved the world; how could I ever thank them. One of them came running in. “Can you believe luna. The ladies that left here are the first in line, I was shocked, the people of this pack disgust me.” The woman said. She looked a bit older than me. She was one of the women that had not left. I was shocked to say the least. I could not believe it but just ended up shaking my head.

they were at home. 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.

I would forever regret leaving them behind. Lawrence, I know he did everything for me. Just so Rod wouldn't find out where I was. My God! I don't know what I'll be facing when I see them again. Forgive me, Lawrence. Lana. Please forgive me. I didn't know how long I stayed in that position. But I suddenly woke up to someone tapping my foot. I quickly sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. I looked and saw the elderly woman I had seen earlier. She smiled at me. She seemed to be the only sane person in this house. How did she manage to survive with the others?

"Take these to the mall and melt them down. Make whatever style you like." Her hands trembled as she shoved everything into Hayley's palms. Hayley didn't want to take them, but the woman's grip was incredibly tight. So tight that Hayley could feel the warmth of her skin. She was real. Alive. "How have you survived these past two years?" Hayley asked. "I'm just an old woman. I live how I can. Sit in the sun. Wait for Samson to come back," the old woman said with a smile. "What do you eat?"