The Handmaids Tale Novels & Stories

A complete absurdity! They were two women, and they were five huge men, is that unfair? Yes, I know. Cowardly? Also, I needed to do it, it would be simpler and quicker, cleaner, and leave fewer traces, so that's how it happened, they'd soon get over it, everyone has been mugged once in their life and gotten over it, except the little princess and queen of Ridgewood, but at least now they knew what the experience was like not being able to feel pity, maybe a little at seeing her mother unbalance and fall, but it was part of the process.

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

he took my hand which I hadn’t extended and kissed it, licking a bit. Ugh, that was gross. I nodded coming closer to Vadas. I secretly whipped my hand against his pants, and he smiled pressing me closer. They exchanged usual formalities with not so much enthusiasm. His female, I instantly forgot her name, was almost naked in her blood-red, tight dress. It hardly covered her butt. And she desperately tried to gain Vadas's attention to her breasts. She was beautiful, however, he doesn’t seem even slightly interested. That made me smirk for some reason.

Aria. Sarah. Whatever her name was. The woman he loved. The woman he'd claimed completely just an hour ago. The woman whose virginity he'd taken, whose body bore his marks, whose womb held his seed. She was bent over a cultivation bed, her hands moving quickly as she carefully extracted leaves and roots from the Vitalis Radix plants. Her bag sat open beside her, already partially filled. Even from this distance, he could see her hands shaking. Could see the tears on her face catching the light. Could see the way her entire body trembled.....from exhaustion, from pain, from the emotional devastation of what she was doing.

Curious, excited, even disdainful eyes bore into me. The ceremony began. The MC finished the formalities and solemnly handed me the microphone. Every eye in the hall was on me. I took the microphone. The cold metal in my hand made me feel sharper than ever. I looked up at the inseparable couple before me. I cleared my throat and spoke, “Congratulations to this treacherous pair. May your union last a hundred years.” A stunned silence fell, even the music seemed to halt. I did not wait for their reactions. I pressed on, "I just wonder... what does Sienna, the actress betrayed by her boyfriend of ten years, have to say about marrying the man who nearly killed her and left her crippled?"

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

That makes me wonder if she was bringing the malls inside the room until they stopped, leaving the entire floor packed with paper bags. I shifted my bewildered gaze to Megan, thinking she was done, but she snapped her finger again before I could utter a single word, and a brunette-haired girl in a uniform dress of black and white apron on top with no more than a year older than me came into the limelight. “And I want to introduce your personal handmaid, Hana.” Megan motioned the maid girl to come forward. “She will be the one attending to all your needs.” My own handmaid? Hah, Damon really thinks that getting me pampered is one way to get me to change my mind and forgive everything he has do

After closing the book in her hands, Katherine walked to the ledge that surrounded the lower balcony and stared into the sky. The most appropriate thing that could describe what she felt was the saying, 'a pawn in the hands of destiny'. Ainsley's works always seemed to grant Katherine insight into her own life. Katherine closed her eyes and embraced the calm but cool wind of the countryside. She felt like destiny was playing with her; like it was waving the comforts of life in front of her but for some reason, she couldn't seem to grasp the reality of the life she lived. "It's very troubling weather, you should get in soon darling," The head housemaid, Eleanor suggested, persuading Katherine

Seeing me, she grabbed my hand and screamed, "Sion is a monster… You have to save me!" I frowned, noticing that even makeup couldn't hide the bruise on her neck. "Tell me, what happened?" Joey was still panicking and gulped before she finally spoke. She had gotten bored and was exploring Sion's castle when she found his secret room. She shuddered, her previous dignity gone. "It's filled torture tools, and there's a deep pool of blood on the floor. And…" She paused, her nails digging into my harm. "There's this tome that says Sion stays alive by eating the hearts of young girls! That the more infatuated his victim is with him, the better!"

the lead maid said, her tone respectful but unyielding. And just like that, I realized they weren’t here as servants. They were soldiers disguised as handmaids. Tears burned behind my eyes as they stripped away the remnants of the night before piece by piece, until I stood there, trembling, surrounded by strangers. They bathed me like I was porcelain, careful but firm and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep me from crying out. Every touch, every movement, reminded me of where I was and who had sent them. When they were done, they dried me in silence.