Novel & Cerita The Deserted Woman

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.

I grabbed the radio and got out, joining her. -Let's go through the side, I saw a smaller door. – the woman said. I walked behind Vero who approached the rusty iron door, luckily it was open. The noise of the door made me cuss lowly, but sighed in relief once we got inside. I drew my gun and saw Vero do the same. The warehouse was a kind of an abandoned factory, all the machinery was still there, covered in dust and cobwebs. The Scenario could be macabre if not for the clarity that invaded the place through the broken glass windows. There was absolutely no one there, except for the presence of the pigeons that were there.

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.

In the middle of the garden there was a woman, her hair was so dark that it looked like tar, she was thin as a stickless wood, the skin looked sensitive as papyrus, but it was still possible to see the eyes of that deplorable lady, they were yellow as the Sun. Afraid that it would be a test of the Astros to know if she was really a good woman, Hyacinth finally approached the woman and asked what she wanted. Helleborus just held out his hands, thin as the winter drought, and grabbed the woman's robe. Tears streamed down her face and in a hoarse voice she whispered several times: 'let me live, let me live until I learn what it's like to be alive!' The woman's desperation frightened Hyacinth, b

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.”

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE🎀 They stepped through the portal and found themselves in a jagged, desolate wasteland filled with towering rocks and sharp cliffs. Perched on a high stone peak was a woman in a flowing, blood-red gown, playing a haunting melody on a dark flute. She stopped abruptly when she saw them, lowering the instrument as she stood up with a slow, curious smile. "And who might this be?" she asked, her voice echoing off the stones.