Lone Women A Novel Novels & Stories

SN: I will be introducing a new character into the book and she's most likely to change the plot and thicken the drama as she's involved in the lives of all the older characters so buy some coins and enjoy reading 'Women'. This new character would bring drama, comedy, action and suspense into the book. You might have an idea of who she is but trust me, you'll never see it coming. She is an independent woman as well and a strong one who doesn't stand for anybody's bullshit. She'll bring all other characters to a halt and change perspectives. Also, sneak peek; there may or may not be a separation in view for an unexpected couple.

What am I missing? Mysterious Woman It’s interesting how I am not attracting any attention since I am covered head to toe, with only my eyes shown, however, my focus was towards the private rooms. As I absently watched people enjoying their time eating, laughing, drinking, and making loud noise, it was appalling and amusing to watch the ignorance of these people. That was me once upon a time, but my life was thrust into a world where evil and danger is always near. A world where choices were taken away. A world I wished I never knew. The things I’ve done to survive is what keeps me awake at night. What I’ve seen people do to survive is the reason I am a very light sleeper. My head shook

It made me wonder if I was born to remain a lone wolf, even though it wasn’t by choice. My father despised me. My mother left me the day I was born. It seemed like my existence brought nothing but pain to the lives of others. I felt like a plague because that was how people treated me. I was a burden to everyone around me. I had a voice but never expressed myself. My identity as the Alpha’s daughter didn’t come with any perks. As a loner, I searched for acceptance and found none. I yearned for a place to lay my head upon when I was wounded and found rocks. I didn’t fit in with anyone. I had no idea how to love or how to be loved. I grew up swimming in the pool of hatred and pain. In the quie

They usually spoke kindly to each other and had never had a single fight. Ben often spoke about me in front of his family. He also said they all liked me and looked forward to meeting me. Edith, in particular, was very fond of me. She would frequently give Ben money to buy me gifts. She even told him to be patient with me and treat me tenderly. Additionally, she often sent me local specialties and asked about my well-being. However, everything changed the moment I said I was pregnant. Edith took her own life on the spot, and Hank followed her soon after. Betty fell into despair and spent her days in a daze. Even Ben became quiet and withdrawn, as though he were carrying an unbearable burden.

It was their first night in the new city—a night full of anticipation, mystery, and feelings no one had known before. Adel, the diligent young man living alone in his house, found himself a new role in the lives of the two women who carried their secrets with them—Nelly and Naomi. The house next to his became their new refuge, a place unknown to anyone else, a sanctuary that protected their privacy and gave them a chance to rebuild their lives away from the city’s prying eyes.

, she mumbled, tears flowing from her eyes as though floodgates had opened. All through her married life she had been subjected to jibes about being infertile, half-man and a curse to womankind. Over the years, she had resigned to believe that she would never have a child of her own, even though she would have climbed mountains had someone assured her otherwise. But now after her divorce, would it be prudent to give birth and bring up the child alone? Surely Robert would stake his claim and take away the child if she was to go ahead. What kind of trick was fate playing on her?, Sarah turned to look heavenward in a bid to ask the Almighty.

She was already leaning. Lyana waited at the penthouse window, the city lights glittering below like jewels scattered on black velvet. She touched the diamonds at her throat, adjusted the silk gown clinging to her curves, and smiled. She knew Clara would come. Of course she would. Abandoned girls always ran to the first hand stretched out. Lyana had learned that lesson long ago—and now it was Clara’s turn. When the elevator chimed and Clara stepped in, damp from rain, shoulders tense, Lyana opened her arms wide.

And Nina didn't know why her chest was throbbing so violently, she also lost her attention to what she was reading and remembered her last conversation with Argus. But she also immediately erased the suspicion that started building her system and she would still trust Argus no matter what. Soleil's eyes dropped to the book on her lap, and her eyebrows met. "The Moon Goddess and the wolf." Soleil reads the title of the book she is reading. "I didn't know you were fond of that kind of genre, miss Nina." "And guess what, Soleil. The name of the characters here is also familiar. Did you know that the name of the guy here is Hawthorne?"

The Crystal Lantern flickered, not so much as flared. Fatigued bar wedged between broken-down buildings and broken sidewalks, it was the kind of neighborhood most women shunned after nightfall. The kind of neighborhood Leya Anderson—Blackwood wife, convict bride, painted china doll of a poisoned manor—shouldn't be a part of. And yet… it was where she lived. She was alone on the sidewalk for a minute before her first shift, fingers buried in coat, the spinning neon sign beating a hard red throb overhead. It throbbed like something sick and terrible.

the ground where he'll be, together you'll win ___ I glance at the book in my hands, knowing fully well I am not reading anything, and it's one of my favorite. I stare round the park, and see it's crowded and bursting with life, and no one notices me, all caught up in their own lives, and I don't know if that's beautiful or selfish. I have this insane need to be alone, I want to run from here, not to New Orleans, somewhere far away where no one knows me, where I can be whoever, and they's be no strange women ranting prophecies, then disappearing.