Scorned Woman 소설 & 이야기

He wanted to ignore what he had just heard, but the sound of the woman moaning disturbed him greatly. Finally, without further ado, Scout Victor approached the place where the silhouettes of the werewolves were. Scout Victor immediately got a glare from all of them when he was in front of them. "Who are you?" asked one of them. Scout Victor didn't answer. His gaze was fixed on the woman who lay curled up in pain. His heart ached at the sight of her looking so disheveled. Scout Victor gritted his teeth, somehow he could never witness a woman being treated like this.

Her eyes were dark as she stared at the woman in front of her. The woman's face was dried and thin, so thin that Nyssa could trace the shape of her skeleton. Her eyes had gone in; she could hardly differentiate it from the woman's socket. The woman looked like she had been there for years. “Who are you? And what are you doing here?” Silence. “I said—” “A harlot” the woman whispered. Nyssa heard it, and her eyes twitched. “You are a…?” She thought she had heard wrong. But the woman didn't make a mistake as she said again,

inquired a voluptuous woman with a slight smile, seated at the main position. She was the leader of the Scorpion Gang, an enchanting beauty. Men swooned over her, wishing to possess her. Superficial appearances aside, many men had met their end in her embrace. A femme fatale, indeed. "Madam, it's an outsider. According to the intelligence, he possesses intermediate-stage Martial Overlord strength," replied a sturdy man, never daring to meet her gaze. "Oh? With just that level of strength, daring to oppose the Scorpion Gang? How audacious," remarked the woman, nonchalantly toying with a scorpion on the back of her hand. This level of strength was hardly worth consideration.

It came from across my cell, gravely feminine and dripping with venom. A tall gaunt woman leaned against the wall, a jagged scar running from her brow to her chin. She had a smug smile on her lips, and while I knew it was nothing near friendly, I didn't miss the way her eyes glinted in the dark like an animal stalking its prey. She nodded once, and as if on cue, others began to move in the shadows, stepping closer as of drawn to the scenr of fresh meat.

~Noc~ The woman I had found on the road was interesting. She had traits that emanated those of a noble. Yet she didn’t look like a noble on the outside. I gave her a room in my manor until she could find work and a place to stay. One of my maids I had assigned to her for her time at my manor came to see in a panicked manner. She had helped Rose bathe and found scars on her back. From the way she described them the beating must have started at a young age. She informed me that they were deep and the scars were of different ages. I found myself thinking about her. She was very beautiful and very kind. It would be my assumption that she was running from something, or worse someone.

Turning to face the raving woman, Skylar flashed a saccharine smile. "Correct, sweetheart. I'm the whore he left you for." She'd been called that word far too many times to let this sudden burst of antagonism affect her. She briefly met Luca's surprised gaze, then returned to the belligerent woman glaring down at her. If anything, she looked ready to kill, but Skylar was damned if she allowed that to make her cower. A threatening finger stopped just between her eyes, but Skylar managed not to bat an eye. "Listen to me, you slut. I know what type of woman you are. You're just a tramp..."

Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, "I think the woman who becomes a mistress and then tricks an honest man into marrying her is filthy and despicable. I think she deserves to be ruined and condemned!" He was acting weird today. But before I had the time to ponder further, we arrived at the banquet hall. As I lifted my dress to step onto the stage, a group of people who called themselves the Anti-Mistress Alliance stormed in. In the lead was a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes. She lunged at me and slapped me hard across the face. "You shameless thing, how dare you seduce my husband? I'm beating you to death!" She moved so quickly that I didn't have time to react. In an instant, my cheek

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

He had explained nonchalantly, "She's just an intern from work. She knows nothing about the world and is always curious. So I'd show her around." I didn't argue, nor did I question him. I simply nodded. "Okay." The young woman, unbothered, held onto his arm with a bright, sweet smile. There was a glint of challenge in her eyes. "You must be Esther Wilder. Tristan's told me about you." She was glowing. It was clear that Tristan was doting on her. Later, I looked her up. Her name was Chloe Murray. She was 21 years old, with a beautiful face and an outgoing personality.

"Finally putting things together in that trusting head of yours, are you? Too bad it can't help you now." She stood back to her full height, clutched her chest, and then said in a voice that was loud enough for everyone to hear. "I forgive you for killing my child and breaking my trust, Venita. I hope the moon goddess can forgive you too." Whispers rose in the crowd. "She's so kind." "How could anyone forgive such a heinous act? She really is an angel." More and more of my tears fell as I watched Rogen step forward and take hold of his mate, pulling her away before he gave the order for the execution to be carried out.