Pillar Woman Novels & Stories

The moment I sat on the soft surface, the cameraman gave me a hand gesture as a signal that the show… finally commences. It was at that moment. A clicking sound on the floor, footsteps coming towards the stage. The figure of a person slowly revealing from the darkness. And as light finally shun upon its face, a figure of a woman appears—revealing the former no. 1 model that caught the attention of the entire world, Ophelia Maine, my mother.

"Could it be that you had something to do with him getting beaten up?" Sally panicked. "No, no." "Hmph, I guess not." Sylvia snorted coldly. "My son was doing a good deed, getting beaten up to save a kid from school bullies. How can a woman like you, who sold her body for money, understand his integrity?" 'A woman who sold her body for money…' Sylvia's description struck a nerve in sally. 'Yes, what's the difference between me and those women who sell their bodies for money?'

"Get out of here before I call my husband with the shotgun. We warned you that if you showed up, here again, I would end your life the same way you ended my daughter's." The brown-haired boy gathered his courage and raised his face, facing the furious older woman. "My name is Oliver, and my mother was Collette Gunn. We need your help; you must know the truth." The older woman opened her eyes in astonishment, looking up and down at the young man who claimed to be the son of her beloved and stubborn daughter. It was impossible; her Collette could not have stooped so low for that guy. She began to laugh at the irony of her situation; just today, a lost grandson had to show up.

I was named Bianca Hartley, and from a young age, I knew I was different from other women. Not only was I well-endowed, but my desire for the opposite sex was several times stronger than that of the average person. Ever since I was a child, I loved exploring the mysteries of the body. While bathing, I would lie flat on the floor like a frog, rubbing my private parts against the damp tiles. As I grew older, things spiraled out of control, and I suffered daily from the torment of an insatiable thirst. In the beginning, my husband was able to satisfy me. However, over time, he lost his edge and couldn't get it up anymore.

"You forced me. You aren't asking my permission to live here," The woman laughed in my surprise again. "I'm sorry for my husband's attitude. Let me introduce myself to you. I'm Jasmine. And I'm his wife," "She's the Queen Luna of this pack," the Alpha King told me. I rolled my eyes and didn't answer. As if I'm interested to know them. "What's for dinner today?" "Oh, I prepared a special dinner for us. Good thing I cooked extra, just right for... what's your name?" His wife asked me.

Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as if I were beneath him. "What right do you have to stay here?" His tone was icy. "Every dollar this company makes is from people working themselves to the brink, except you. You rely on your looks and body to secure deals. It's pathetic." He laughed bitterly. "We've been married all these years, and somehow I never realized what kind of woman you really are." Then, he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slapped them in front of my face. The pictures spilled across the floor, showing me with various men—walking beside them or drinking together.

The morning after Jaxon reappeared in her life, Irene sat in her office with her fingers pressed hard into her temples, as if the right amount of pressure could keep her past from spilling out. Her reflection glared back from the sleek black screen of her laptop—flawless makeup, ironed blouse, lips that didn’t tremble even when the rest of her did. That was the image she gave the world: Irene Nowell. Polished. Untouchable. The kind of woman who didn’t have ghosts clawing at her every night.

Corrupt men who use women as playthings. Rose had heard of a famous client who was called the pig because he always wore a pig mask and gave the women here hell. She had been lucky enough to see the violent marks on the body of a woman who had suffered all night with him... It was disgusting to see... Of course, Tina tried to prostitute Rose because her clients were ready to offer her a large sum to have her in their bed, but Rose refused. Even though Tina made her tempting offers, she always refused.

Twenty years ago, Carmila Santos was raped by unknown man. She was brought up in a little mining village. when she found out she was pregnant, she was devastated, hurt and confused. She became a laughing stock, her friends cut ties with her, the village looked at her like she was carrying all the sins of the world. Her mother, Ms Maria as everyone called her, Decided to take Camilla out of that place. They found themselves at an island near the fish port. People there were really nice, so they decided to settle there.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.