Novel The Women の小説・ストーリー

POV: Maya Castellano Two things happened on the fifth day. The first was that she finished the novel. She’d been reading in pieces since the first night. An hour before sleep and twenty minutes over breakfast while Kofi answered emails across the table with the comfortable silence of two people who had stopped needing to fill space. The woman in the book did the brave thing on page 247 and then spent forty three more pages learning to live inside having done it. Maya read those forty three pages slowly.

i would watch what you do " the queen said making a movement for the guards to grab me, All i could do was stare accusingly at them , i just couldn't understand why they were doing this "when we realized your mother didn't die from a illness we made for her to die , we figured out who she really was and where she came from . When we found her on our land we thought she was a measly servant not a spy sent here from the north to get details on when our next hunt would be " she said walking around me . " you see she opened our eyes to the truth not to mention her mate was my husband " the queen said in disgust. There was that one word again that made my entire body feel like it was on fire

The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.

In three different bedrooms, three women lied to the men who thought they knew them. Their husbands still believed they were wives. But tonight? They were property. Playthings. Pawns in Cain Russo’s kingdom of vice. And they were starting to enjoy it.

A living person. "Where are you?" Jessica asked it instantly. Desperately. The answer never came. Instead Isabelle spoke quickly. As though fighting against time. As though every second mattered. "You need to stop looking at the women." Jessica frowned. The statement made no sense. "What?" Another shaky breath. Then: "Look at the men." Jessica felt a chill run through her. Cold. Sharp. Unavoidable. The woman continued. "The women aren't the story." The words tumbled out now.

Half of her big, round backside was sticking out. She wasn't wearing any pants; instead, she just had a little white thong with those sheer, skin-colored stockings over her long legs. The sight nearly made my nose bleed. It was breathtaking. I'd never been near a young woman this perfect my whole life. Even if she wouldn't let me do anything else, just letting me touch her for a moment would have added years to my life.

The neighborhood lay in ruins, with rubble and dust drifting in the air. I furrowed my brows, my OCD pushing me to walk away. Just then, a hunched, filthy woman came in my way. She was wrapped in a filthy down jacket, its original color long buried beneath layers of grime. She clutched a handful of empty plastic bottles, her eyes vacant and glassy. “M-Ms. Bray?” She spoke, her voice raspy and scratchy. I stopped in my tracks and looked at her from a distance. It took a while for me to scan her bloated and wrinkly face before I recognized her to be the once arrogant Little Miss Sunshine.

Bami screamed instinctively. But it was too late. It was too late the minute they opened the door of this storeroom and stepped into this place. It was too late, for he did it before she was able to get the words out. . . THE SEASON FINALE. THE FINAL PART OF THE BOOK. Name: MY WOMAN, MY POSSESSION. Subtitle: THE RISE OF QUEEN LYRA.

“Novels. They keep me calm.” “I thought I keep you calm,” Tessa interjected. Vee looked up at her. “You still do. I would’ve gone insane if you weren’t here.” Tessa blushed while Raymond rolled his eyes and shut them. “What’s the novel about?” “Revenge shit,” Vee replied. “She was betrayed on her wedding day. Lost her child and almost got killed. She miraculously survived and plotted against her cheating husband and his devious in-laws. She made sick moves. Took everything from them, drove him mad, and made him feel every single pain she’d suffered, tenfold.”

That's how he also talked to me three years ago. I did not move from my place until the woman's eyes landed at my direction. Shock is written all over her face. "Lord, I didn't know you hired a new maid."