The Deserted Woman Novels & Stories

she was going to say more but slept, I couldn't grab at her other words as they were just mere whispers. I turned to look at her and she was sleeping. I shook her but she didn't wake up. I wanted to ask her some questions at least she might answer me but after a few more fruitless trials, I gave up. Her hands slipped from her side and touched me, frightening me by the sudden contact as I held the hand and pushed it away from me in disgust. Who could she be talking about?, who is Melissa?. Did she remarry? No, that's not possible. I had her investigated two weeks ago.

She reaches out instinctively for Jasper, touching his arm. He jumps, his body pivoting toward her. Eliana holds the pain of his reaction at bay as her eyes continue to watch the strange figure. She wears a thin pair of pants and a shirt that is too short, exposing parts of her stomach. Jasper follows her gaze, only to hiss and grab for Eliana's arm. She moves too soon, though, following the woman as she wanders through the city. There is a pull on Eliana's chest, forcing her forward. Her mind is a blur, and she does not come to, until she is standing before the woman outside of a deserted building. There are no more citizens moving about around them. Who is this woman?

She was extremely quiet, her face turned to the side as she silently looked outside the window. He did not understand this woman. Just two hours ago, she had rushed out of that building like a woman possessed. At the time, she was emanating a deep despair, the emotion overflowing so much that even Dos, a fully grown man, could feel it. The terror and despair leaking from her body and the depths of her heart were given almost physical form. Dos glanced carefully into the woman in the rearview mirror again… She was too quiet right now. “Yes. Mr. Stewart told me to wait for you downstairs with the car.”

Awaiting a response from behind the door, there was a brief pause and an unlatching of a lock on the other side, before the owner of the home eventually appeared within its frame. Her tall athletic stature and broad shoulders nearly filling the entry. The light of the sun highlighted a scar that was cut across one side of her face as she reviewed the two strangers on her doorstep. The woman, glaring at the men in their uniforms malcontented, her lips pressed into an expressly harsh line as she asked disdainfully, “What do you want?” The woman’s eyes, suggesting of the ferocity of her creature counterpart, they could not deter Allen’s acting partner from submitting his own question, “Are you

The moment the door closed, the house felt different — heavier, more dangerous. I spent most of the day hiding in my room, reading my secret romance books to distract myself. The stories of innocent girls being seduced by older, forbidden men only made me wetter. Was I really turning into one of those girls? By midnight I couldn’t fight it anymore. I stood in front of my mirror for a long time, heart racing. I changed into my shortest silk nightdress and, after a lot of hesitation, put on a tiny black lace thong underneath. I felt so shy and slutty doing it, but something inside me wanted to look desirable for him.

When I ran into her again, she looked nothing like the glamorous woman she used to be. Her hands were calloused. Her voice was as defeated as it gets. "Grant... we were married once. Did you really have to be this ruthless?" I thought about it. In the past six months, she'd tried to kill herself twenty-one times. Jumped into rivers fifteen times. I'd had her rescued every single time. The worst one—she jumped off a building and broke her bones. The debt collectors followed her straight to the hospital. The hospital got fed up and kicked her out.

But watching her crumble like this… “I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.” Her words keep ringing in my head, looping over and over like some broken record I can’t shut off. They’re soaked in desperation, drowning in pain. Where’s the Aria who challenged me at every turn? Where’s the woman who looked me dead in the eye and said no like it was the easiest word in the world? Now she’s just… desperate. Empty. I don’t understand her anymore. Or maybe I do, and that’s what terrifies me. She really sees herself as a contract now. Something she can bargain with. Something she can trade to save the one person who matters.

she intoned, her voice as devoid of emotion as a barren desert "I'll take it from here" As she pivoted to face me, her countenance was an unread landscape, devoid of the usual warmth and softness. As she closed the distance between us, the gun in her hand mirrored the chilling determination in her stride. Her eyes, once a comforting haven, were now icy and dark, a fortress that gave away nothing - no apology, no fear, no pain. They were the eyes of a woman preparing to extinguish the life of the man she pretended to love wholeheartedly, and the reality of it twisted a cold knife in my gut.

Ethan slammed on the brakes and the van skidded to a halt on a deserted desert highway. “We’re here,” he said, and his voice was shaking so much I knew something was wrong. I sat up and tugged my shirt back over my chest, and through the windshield I saw that the desert wasn’t empty at all. A city of white tents rose from the sand, lit by thousands of floating lanterns, and in the center stood a woman with midnight hair and eyes exactly like mine. “The audit isn’t over, Iris,” Darius said, and his human hand found mine with his fingers still trembling. “The CEO just showed up for the meeting.”

I felt a sudden wave of heat, like I'm on fire. My blood boils as I sweat profusely. A loud groan filled my head. Her eyes shone the vibrant gold. Dark strands of red weigh down to her thin waist. The woman is weeping. Slowly, the light in her golden orbs disappear; her eyes covered by darkness. And all I felt was the coldness. Her pulse weakened and I could feel my lungs tightening. “You did nothing wrong.” A soft, mellow voice whispered.