The Book Woman Novels & Stories

Although, I'm guessing they haven't told the alpha because he has not been here to demand I be with his son. I open the book to stop thinking of Damian and just like the previous one, this book illuminates and the pictures form right above the pages. I see a very beautiful woman. Her hair was styled upwards, reaching the stars with her crown of hair. Naked as they were, her skin looked soft to the touch as it glistened with sweat. Thousands of wolves behind her as she stood tall, looking past me. I see a man, with crazy blue eyes and strong shoulders. He tries to attack the beautiful woman but she anticipates his moves and blocks them everytime. This seems to annoy the man and he goes after

She pats her abdomen for emphasis. Once she closes the door to her room behind her, she finds herself pacing back and forth, desperate for something to do. She can't seem to sit for too long. Her eye catches a book she's been wanting to read. Reading hasn't exactly fit her mood lately. In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter.

Serena had been across the room, luminous in the particular way of women who don’t know they are, laughing at something a woman beside her said, utterly unaware that her life was already being systematically dismantled by two people standing in the same room. I had felt something that night that I had not allowed myself to name for a long time. Not quite guilt. Closer to recognition. The recognition of a woman who knew what it was to want something badly enough to do things that didn’t sit easily afterward. I got up and crossed to Isabella’s room. She was exactly as I had left her, sprawled diagonally across the bed with complete confidence in her right to take up space, her dark hair a fan

What connection did these people have with her? The man was forced to pull over. He had not taken off his seat belt yet when the woman pushed the car door open and ran off. Though confused, Minah followed through. Blood drained her face when she saw the woman recklessly cross the street and head towards the bridge railings. Minah caught her breath. She stopped walking forward when the woman almost got hit by a speeding vehicle. Aside from the loud beating of her heart, simultaneous car horns from each side of the road blared through her ears.

I didn't hesitate to grab what was going on when Samamtha was also trying to dodge the woman by hiding behind my legs. "Ooh, Miss. I have been looking for you for minutes now. Where have you been?!" the woman hurried to us as she tried to maintain a steady breathing. "Ooh not again" Little Samatha groaned unhappily.

By the silence between songs. By every pair of tiny eyes that look at me with hope, not knowing the monster I used to be. I will always be the woman who could never become a mother. The woman who destroyed her chance at being someone's wife. Maybe my story was never meant to have a fairytale ending. Because this isn't a fairytale. This is reality. A cruel one. Some stories don't have happy endings. Especially for women like me. Perhaps my story never had an ending at all.

“I'm sorry.” “No, you're not,” she said, her stare was already pressing down on me. Because annoyingly, she was somehow right. “She actually spent almost half of her day here,” the woman added. “Doing what exactly?” She stared at me again, as if thinking whether to keep this conversation going or not. “Reading of course, what else?” “What was she basically reading about?” “Almost everything,” she gestured towards the space in the bookstore. That was when my eyes drifted towards them. Almost all the book covers were about wolves and leaders. But there wasn't any picture on them, just words.

"Do you speak of the Book of Indina? The one in the deepest parts of the library? You saw it?" "Erm, yeah," I said, my heart thumping. "Is that bad?" I looked anxiously at Valen, who reached out and rubbed my arm soothingly. "No, it is not bad," the woman said. "But it says a lot." "What?" I followed up quickly. "What does it say?" The woman remained silent, her piercing eyes fixed on me. What the hell? Were they really going to keep me in suspense? "Interesting," Elder Fabian said again.

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.

“Stone.. tall.. broken windows..” Her breath shudders again. “And books,” she continues weakly. “So many books. Stacked everywhere.” Cold unease slides beneath my ribs. Because that sounds familiar. Her eyes lift slowly to meet mine. Fear burns bright inside them now. Not vague. Not distant. Sharp. Real. “And a woman,” she whispers. My pulse slams hard against bone. “What woman?” I demand. Her lips part slightly. Voice barely audible. “An old one,” she breathes. “Watching me.”