No Woman Left Behind Novels & Stories

“I don’t care anymore. I have friends now. I’m sure you made plenty in London.” She didn’t look affected at all. The coldness of it actually made me shiver. “You’re being immature.” “You’re an asshole.” “Watch your tone. I’m still your boss.” “My apologies, Mr. Montgomery,” she said, quiet now. “Don’t I get a welcome-back hug?” I asked, hoping, now that we’d finally said something real, she’d give an inch. Jasmine Ray and Japheth Montgomery were best friends before they were anything else — before four years of silence turned two children into strangers wearing grown-up names. Then he comes home. As her boss. Japheth is handed a company in crisis, a rival who wants to watc

Origins changed narratives. Origins destroyed lies. The woman looked around the room. Then made a decision. “Everybody out.” No arguments. No hesitation. The analysts immediately moved. Gathering equipment. Clearing stations. Leaving. Within minutes— Only three people remained. The woman. Ophelia. Alessandre. The door sealed behind the last operator. Silence followed. Then the woman activated privacy locks. Additional security layers. Signal blockers. Physical barriers. One after another. Alessandre watched carefully.

"Mom, what's done is done. I just want to leave, go somewhere no one knows me." "Of course," she said, patting my back. "I've already arranged everything." "Don't worry about the fire," Sofia said, making a bed for me in the back of the transport. "I've had people scrub any trail that could lead to you. Security footage, airport logs, bank transfers—it'll all disappear. By the time Dante figures it out, we'll be halfway across the Atlantic." "He'll figure it out," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Dante's not stupid. Sooner or later, he'll realize I didn't die in that fire."

"How could a nanny's daughter think she can pass off as the Whites' heiress? If not for the fact that she grew up together with my daughter, I'd have thrown her out long ago." Winnie coughed up blood and collapsed to the side. Ignoring the pain, she crawled toward me and grabbed my pant leg, begging desperately. "We grew up together, Amy… You even said you'd always treat me like your sister. "Do we have to go beyond the point of no return just for a man? I was wrong. I'll return Elias to you, but can we return to how things were?" As I look at her broken state, a flicker of hesitation rose in my chest.

The van had barely reached the cemetery gate before Commission men stopped it. After that, she was moved to a small cottage on the north side of the grounds, with two guards added to the door. When Damon heard, he asked only one question. "Why would she still try to leave?" I almost found it boring. Only now did he realize that some people never stayed out of love. They stayed because he gave them status, power, shelter, and endless favoritism. Once those were gone, their so-called affection was thinner than the dead leaves in a cemetery.

It took me forever to work up the courage to confess. The first time he held my hand after we got together, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. He once gave me a limited-edition stuffed bear, stayed with me in the ER in the middle of the night, and even took me to watch fireworks he had specially arranged for my birthday. But he was also the one who left me behind again and again for Danielle. A 12-person group chat suddenly popped up on my phone. Someone tagged Clive. [Heard you got caught in a hotel with Danielle by that girl. Was she crying and making a scene again?]

“That heartless woman would have stayed if he’d begged her, if he’d made her see sense! She is his mother! But she ignored him like he was trash on her doorstep, and now I have to deal with this… this curse she left behind!” I tightened my hold on Nana, my small fists clutching her dress as the anger inside me swelled. I hated my mother for not coming back, hated her for leaving me here, abandoned to this man’s wrath. She was a cold-hearted stranger who wouldn’t even look at me, her own son, sending her servants instead to shoo me away like some beggar whenever I tried to see her. Because she had left, Nana had to protect me, had to face his rage.

Gabriella snuggled in Xavier's chest cozily as he fondly ran his fingers through her soft hair, which was still slightly wet. Their voices were gentle as they talked about Lynn's fever and her trip to Crimsonir. Leaning against his neck, she said, "I would never have believed that such a rural place existed if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. "Xavier, do you know that the women there didn't get to have a normal marriage? They suffered a lot there. Although things are much better now, there are still a ton of problems." He knew what she was implying. "Have you chosen the female lead for the documentary?"

On the day of our family trip, I wake up early, only to find the house empty. As I wonder what is going on, a message from my younger twin brother, Carson Smyth, suddenly pops up in the family group chat. "Oh, no! I forgot to update in this group chat that the departure time has been moved forward!" The very next second, the message is deleted. I stare blankly at the empty chat, my eyes stinging. So they have another group chat—one that doesn't include me. Still reeling, I get a call from Mom. "I'm sorry, Caleb. The departure time was moved up by an hour, and I forgot to tell you. Hurry and take a cab here! You might still be able to catch up—" My older sister, Carina Smyth, cuts her o

“No attacks. No recruiting. No using the territory as a base.” The woman looked toward the new leader. He said, “The agreement stands.” She tightened her grip on the bag. “I’m still leaving.” She gave a small nod. “All right.” The woman blinked. Hallie did not tell her she should reconsider. The safe window meant nothing if the first person who used it had to defend the choice. A man behind her said, “I’m staying.” Another voice followed. “So am I.” The losing representative looked at the new leader. “This does not mean we agree with the result.”