The Deserted Woman Novels & Stories

She was betrayed by the people around her. She got out of the car and looked at the woman who was lying on the road. It was so dark in that area that only grasses could be seen on both sides of the road. Because there wasn't even a single pole there, only the car's headlights and the moon provided them light. It was, indeed, the ideal setting to end a war. "Elena, please.... don't do this," the woman said weakly. "Shut up!" she yelled angrily, pointing her gun at her.

Scorpions and crawlies and all manner of dangerous creatures infested the dunes, but they were effectively stamped out and killed by the townsfolk. “You simply shan’t have her tonight,” whispered a doddering old woman, a bit too loudly, mind you, but she was a kind and gentle thing, and those around her nodded in agreement. The desert recoiled in disbelief, but pressed on in its advances, only to be stymied at every turn. What a distressing turn of events for the desert at large. Ah, but what an evening for Bryony!

This man won't leave me. “This is the truth, and you may return from the place you came from. I will never entertain you, nor allow you to be here because I have a mate.” Kayden uttered, and the woman started crying. She even knelt in front of us, that made my mouth agape. This woman didn't care if she looked so desperate, and I could understand her feelings because I'm a woman, too, but her desperation is not right. I even could not understand myself why I'm not allowing this girl to take Kayden from me. I'm not allowing that her desperation would be the reason for her to take Kayden from me. “Get up, woman. Your desperation cannot change my mind. Don't make my blood boiled.” Kayden warned

Perhaps this will give me understanding. I order two waffle sandwiches with pieces of omelet rounds and bacon slices, remembering how Evers enjoyed the maple bacon donut that the wolf male had gifted me. The little woman presses the silver square on the screen twice, it says "WFB" and I make a mental note. I sit next to the door as I wait on the pink haired beauty to arrive. I observe the people who enter and those I can see from the window. I pretend not to see Evers as I 'read' the book while she makes her way towards me. "Aislaine! So sorry, I'm running behind. I overslept. Well, I always oversleep. You look nice this morning! I love the top." She sits down across from me and I open the b

Not at a desk, not posed with deliberation, but sitting in the particular natural way of someone who has been somewhere for a while and is still there — the posture of someone who is in the middle of something rather than at its end or its beginning. Her face was not visible. The silhouette was complete but the features were not — and this, Adaeze understood immediately, was right. This was the right choice. Because the woman in the silhouette was not her specifically. Was not any specific woman. Was the woman in the dark. Every woman in the dark. The woman who was reading messages she was never supposed to see and sitting at a kitchen counter with her hand flat against the cool surface maki

last-s Ergebu pass passhol Aiden was reluctant to answer and focused on smoking his cigarette. "Hello sexy," said a beautiful woman in a skimpy outfit. She clung shamelessly to Aiden's arm. "Get lost!" exclaimed Aiden, pushing the woman's arm away. "Tsk, you're still cold to me. I've been chasing you for months," the woman said in a spoiled and seductive tone. She took a seat on the chair next to Aiden. Aiden was silent and reluctant to answer her exclamations. "He's moved on now, Lala." Louis exclaimed with a huff.

“There was once a young woman from a now extinct tribe. She found herself with child against her will. Hating the father and consumed by despair, she wandered into the sands to die alone.” Rhyzar’s tone didn’t falter, his delivery steady despite the grim nature of the tale. As he spoke, his fingers found the ribbons that tied the front of her bra, and with practiced ease, he loosened them. The fabric fell away, and her bare skin met the warm water. His jaw tightened as his gaze flickered downward, his voice brushing against her exposed vulnerability like a rough caress. “Her sorrow poured into the desert,” he continued, his hands briefly lathering her chest, firm yet hesitant, as though torn

I needed to find a way out because my time was running out. As soon as the woman in the front checked the list for Mattias’ name, Ventura walked out with a naked woman in each arm and a cigar lazily placed on his bottom lip. “I see you finally showed up, Mattias,” he chuckled, removing the cigar from his lips before his eyes shifted to mine. “Ah, and la bella moglie has joined us too.” “Fūck off, Ventura,” Mattias spat as his arm wrapped around my waist before he nodded at the girl who confirmed to have found his name.

I was a little confused but being drunk I just wandered about. And that was when I saw a woman.....she was plucking blueberry, and singing. On coming closer,I saw that it was your mother!. I was drunk child.I didn't stop to think what a millionaire's wife was doing in the bush alone,all I cared for was to kill her!, I wanted her dead!!!, and I did. I strangled her to death..."

"She’s still unconscious, Sir." On his way home, Ben had found a woman collapsed on the street in a pitiful state. Her body was covered in bruises, as if she had been abused. He had immediately taken her to his home and called for his private doctor. "When she wakes up, let me know immediately." Ben ordered his subordinate to keep an eye on the woman. "Understood, Sir." With a gesture of his hand, he signaled his subordinate to leave the room. Ben walked to the balcony and enjoyed the fresh air outside. He couldn’t stop thinking about the woman.