Lone Women 소설 & 이야기

I see Fe, the lone wolf, completely overcome, her face pressed into the mattress as she’s taken from behind again and again, her cries muffled but desperate. They are all screaming my name. A chorus of submission. “BARNEY!” Marcus staggers back from Lorna, his release splashing across her back. Jax pulls out of Aida, coming over her ass. Holt empties himself deep inside Fe with a roar. But they are ten strong. As one finishes, another steps in. There is no break. No mercy. It’s a relentless, rotating claiming. The women are limp, oversensitive, but still they are filled. Their voices are hoarse whispers. “More… please, more…”

“The women downstairs were saying—” “Ah,” there it was, the little flock of widows-in-waiting. “And what exactly,” I murmured, “were these women saying about me?” “That you’re… intimidating. And powerful. And… lonely.” I laughed, “Lonely?” I repeated. “Giulia, my wife cheated on me. I didn’t lose a soulmate today. I lost dead weight.” Her breath hitched. She wasn’t expecting honesty. Especially not that flavor of it. I leaned down slightly, my shadow swallowing her whole.

Right beside her, leaning over to cut her steak for her, was my husband, Roberto Bertelli, the Don of the Bertelli family, the man who commanded an entire underground empire. In six years of marriage, he had never once been that attentive toward me. On my birthday, I had my nails done and asked him to peel my shrimp. Instead of doing it himself, he had a housemaid handle it. My own husband would not do something that small for me, yet there he was, happily cutting Martina's steak for her. Every excuse he had ever given me suddenly made sense: I simply was not the woman he thought was worth that kind of effort. My heart had gone numb, but the video kept playing.

So many people couldn't fit on the couches and dragged chairs from my desk and Storm's office. "We have been working on improving the livelihoods of vulnerable groups. Women in this realm have fewer opportunities to make a living for themselves, even when highly skilled and trained," Stormee said, and I nodded. That disadvantage has been engrained in our culture for millennia, and it will take a while to change, even as we push toward equality. "Widows, women victims of violence, single mothers..." Stormee said, and I looked at her, the wheels in her head going full speed.

Unbelievably strong. When we reached the bottom, we stepped out onto the lawn. Lilith hadn’t moved. She stood silently, still holding the paper, gazing up at the hotel with a faraway look in her eyes. The breeze stirred her curls, but she didn’t seem to notice. I stepped closer, careful not to break the silence too abruptly. “He told me,” Lilith began slowly, voice low but steady, “that four rogue women like us would never pull this off. Not without someone holding our hands.” She chuckled, but there was no humor in the sound, only disbelief, maybe even a hint of anger.

She remembered wishing the school days passed more quickly and now she had just less than a year left and she couldn't wait to leave, the only thing she was going to miss was her hideout in the old abandoned school library and old Miss Selena. She was intrigued by women who could live their entire lives single, without children, biological or adopted without anything, that would certainly be lonely and you needed a different level of strength to live like that. A lot of times she wondered what the problem was. Did the woman not like men at all? Was she into women and afraid to go out? Is that the reason she ended up staying alone? Or was she like her? Not wanted? They were questions, but she

"So I went looking for Manolo. I was going to tie him to my bed and have s.ex with him until I got pregnant, but he was gone." Lowa spoke very bluntly and boldly, and Selene looked at her with wide, surprised eyes. "Don't be too surprised," I said with a smile. "Lowa's countries are built and run by women. Their women are not bound by men's rights and traditions. They can live like men." "Really? If only I had been born there," Selene said. "It's not too late. We women need to be aware of our situation and try to break the chains that have been holding us back. Such as chastity, s.ex and breastfeeding."

Her voice carried the stories of many women before her who had fought hidden battles, their wins and losses both setting the way ahead and holding them back. I nodded, feeling a shared understanding between us. "Being Luna can feel lonely sometimes, right?" I said softly, meeting her gaze as the connection of shared struggles gently linked us. "But having someone who truly sees you makes it a little easier." Ana smiled, but a gentle sadness lingered in her eyes. "It's funny, isn’t it? With three mates, you'd think I’d never be lonely. But they’re busy with their world of power and expectations. I sometimes feel like just a piece in their game."

I'd rather a death be quick and painless then of freaking starvation. I haven't been taken from my room in days. I wish I knew how long I've been here. Of course no one is probably looking. The only "friends" I had were the ones I worked with at the club. And my boss is probably pissed that I haven't shown up to work. So I'm never going to be found because no one is looking. Downsides of being a loner. If you ever get kidnapped, you're fucked.

When women are oppressed, it's tradition. ― Letty Cottin Pogrebi “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ― Margaret Atwood “Life affords you infinite possibilities to pay more attention to what is actually happening. Not just around you but what is Inside you.” ―Jeff Warren