The Deserted Woman Novels & Stories

She replied calmly. ‘Of course, he wasn’t coming home.’ she heaved disappointedly. Her fingers traced his side of the bed once more. Deep down, she wished that Derek would come home like he always did after a fight. They’d kiss, make out, and have some of the best sex, but this time it was different. She could tell. Her heart sank in sadness when she realized there might be more and more nights like this. Now that Chantelle was working under him, Derek would have less reasons to come back home.

CHAPTER 10: [And the sparrow sparked a cry; in shambles and chaos that it has never been spared –to peril or to die. ] [PLAYING: Coming to you by Grass] The lights flickered on and off. The pungent smell of blood, flesh and piss took over a dominion that could drove one nauseous. An utter silence envelope the place, walls intricate by cracks and holes. A ruin in display, while boulders were gathered on each corner. There’s a low tip-tap on the roof. A rendered cracked pummelled through that caught droplets of rain, which continue dripping on the floor creating some puddles. The entire room seems bizarre, unlikely and devoid of any soul as it appeared to be abandon for a very long time ago. B

A room with a low ceiling and a fire in it and rain on the shutters, in a country that has not existed for two hundred years. A woman in a doorway with her hair down. A frozen river with a hundred people standing on it. A great deal of arithmetic, going on and on, the same sum in different orders, forever. And under it, right down at the bottom, my mate, working. She is not screaming. She is not fighting. She is doing what she has done in every drowned woman in this mountain, which is to go down and down and down through everything until she finds the one small thing at the middle, and I can feel her descending, patiently, hour after hour, through three hundred years of a dead man's furnitur

The female was barely holding onto her life, just like they had said. Her body was pale and lean, as though the blood had been sniffed out of her. Her breathing came in shallow, struggling gasps. Seth was disoriented, his veins thumping with anxiety. He recognized the female as one of Desdemona ’s closest workers. Those grey eyes, once full of life, were now hooded and surrounded by dark circles. Her clothes were torn and dirty. Ste-phen wasn’t left out. He still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that his supposed late brother was on the loose—and some crazy woman, who was supposed to have grown old and died, was still living and possibly using blood magic.

I turned my body in its direction and took a hesitating step towards it. What’s that? I thought as I made my way towards it. I gulped hard as I moved closer to it and realised that it was a woman. She was laying down on the ground on her stomach. Who is she? I thought and moved slowly towards her, Her hair was covering her face and looking at the way she was laying on the ground, I think she fell unconscious. My eyes scanned her body and a gasp left my lips, I covered my mouth with my hands as I stared at her extremely thin body.

good in him. Probably half an hour of staying, the door swung open to let in light. Finally my suffering in this deserted room ends, I thought to myself, but when a person stepped in, and not just any person, a woman in fact, I realized Mr. Hyde’s twisted game had just begun. The woman, most likely in her early twenties, sobbed as she cuddled herself in a makeshift bed. I don’t even know there was a bed until she sought protection in it. But I doubt a thin foam would protect her from what was to come.

I rubbed my temples and looked at the two of them. Ever since Colby had dragged me into the first livestream, I had been feeling deeply unsettled. Now, I just felt like a lamb to their slaughter. Feeling strongly uneasy, I gripped the blanket beside me and could hear another woman's faint moans from the room next door. Fear crept up my spine as I sat up and asked, "What are you doing here? It's late, and I need to go home." Instead of answering, Colby switched on the TV. The screen flickered to life, showing a woman with seductive, half-lidded eyes, whom I recognized as me.

Author's Note: Hello everyone, this is me, the author of The Deserted Bride, grateful for all your support and love 💞 The Deserted Bride has finally come to an end. But wait, Shane and Audrey's love story and drama aren't over yet. If you wish to continue reading their story (I hope you will) check out Book 2 (Yay! There's a book 2) called THE DESERTED WIFE, available here in Goodnovel also. If you have some time to read other novels, I provided a list of my works below for you to check out. 1. Immortal Desire

I whispered aloud to the empty air. The Sterling Chairperson was gone. In her place was a woman in a tattered robe, hiding in a Russian slum, tied to a man who was no longer a wallflower, but the very soil that was threatening to swallow her whole.

Perhaps it's just an opportunity to relax. Zara's grip tightened as she shook her head. "In this desert, nothing is ever what it seems." The Oasis's Real Nature The murmurs became more forceful, their tone changing from calming to authoritative. As the water rippled, a face started to appear on its surface—a woman with eyes that gleamed like molten gold and remarkable, unearthly features. The figure's voice echoed in the silent air as she murmured, "You resist me." However, why? Have you not endured enough pain? I can take away your worries and soothe your suffering. All you need to do is give up.