The Handmaids Tale 소설 & 이야기

My eyes began to glisten. One of the handmaids rushed forward, leaving my dress, and now stood before me. Her face fell. “You don't have to be sad, Miss. You're making your family proud, and I'm sure you'd make a good wife. You have large hips, perfect for bearing children. That's all you need.” Her lips formed a slight smile after her comment, and she did not doubt in her mind that somehow she had convinced herself that she had done some much-needed good.

She squealed in horror as she stepped out into the open, the square littered with the decapitated bodies of children, their head neatly lined up inches away from their bodies; their tiny masses beaten and broken. Elika tripped, tumbling over the fresh corpse of the bakers wife, her sea blue eyes vacant of life. Fresh tears slipped from the princess eyes as her hand fell upon the small bump on the woman’s stomach, her heart twisting in vile fits of anguish. How could someone do this to children, to a pregnant woman? She asked herself, rising back onto her knees as she searched the smoke infested streets. Who could have done this?

Johanna was seated on a rocky chair, her gown slightly raised up, a handmaid's face buried between her thighs, servicing her sexually. Johanna's face was beaming with sweat, and as she was moaning, her nails ran through the maid's thick black hair, and her other hand poked in her left breast through the gown she wore, squeezing and pinching herself. When Johanna heard Jazell's voice, she was startled. The handmaids servicing her quickly removed her head from under her mistress's gown. Johanna adjusted her gown; still seated on the rocky chair, she turned to gaze at Jazell.

The mansion of my new boss was breathtaking. It was enormous. As we stepped inside, my eyes wandered around in awe. The interior was even more stunning than I had imagined. When we reached the living room, I saw a handsome man sitting on the sofa, completely focused on the laptop resting on his lap. As soon as we stopped in front of him, his driver spoke. "Sir Ethan, they're here." Only then did he lift his gaze and look at us. "Manang Rose, does your niece know the rules in my house? She'll be the only housemaid working here."

“One of the kitchen handmaids requests a word with you, Alpha.” I let out a slow breath, already feeling the tension curl deeper in my spine. “Send him in,” I muttered, pushing the parchments aside and sitting back in my chair. I expected the usual — a supply shortage, a dispute among staff, maybe even a spilled meal. But the second the young male handmaid stepped in, fidgeting with the hem of his apron and refusing to meet my eyes, I knew something was wrong. Very wrong. He hovered at the threshold, pale as a ghost, until I said. “Out. All of you. Now.”

"Seven... six... five..." Sophia had taken everything. "Four... three... two..." Now, Isabella Torrino was going to die. "One. Detonate!" A massive explosion lit up the distant sky, a fireball roaring into the night. I stared at the flames, and for the first time, I didn't cry. Isabella Torrino was dead. And a new woman was born from her ashes. —————— Vincent's POV I walked into the mansion at 10:30 p.m. to the sound of a maid's piercing scream from upstairs.

The morning unfolded like a soft melody; gentle, unhurried, and full of promise. Sunlight spilled through the gauzy curtains in golden ribbons, dancing across the wooden floor of our modest apartment. Outside, the world stirred slowly. Birds chirped from the mango tree by the window, and the distant hum of Sunday traffic drifted in like a lullaby. I stood in front of the mirror, brushing Hayley’s curls with careful strokes. Her hair had grown thick and bouncy, a halo of soft brown ringlets that framed her cherubic face. She squirmed in place, giggling as she tried to grab the brush from my hand.

Bianca was dragged along with the men beside each side of her. Anna the handmaid of the house slammed a door opened and the lady was bought in. Her blindfold was taken off by one of the men. Now she can see where she is. The first thing that caught her glimpse, was the surrounding of the flourishing room she was in. She was stunned but didn't let it shows on her face as she angrily turned her head to look in the direction of the maid and the men.

Tightening my grip around her waist just a little more so that my fingers would be digging gently in her hips – I pulled her closer and whispered,"I think it is a universal conspiracy. Universe gives me the opportunity to spend time with the girl who has all the celestial bodies trapped in her eyes shining when the nights fall – it's the universe's way of making me believe that – miracles do exist. And you, Shayla, are one of them." ━━━━━━

"And if you listen, you'll get to finish all over this big c*ck of yours. If you don't, you will have to wait until we get home tonight to finish. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Good. Now, spread your legs, lean over my desk and put your hands behind your back." I did as he said, loving how he told me what to do. Especially in this scene where I would have allowed my overactive mind to dismantle my focus and make it hard for me to be in the moment. "Lock your fingers together," he purred. Once I did, he continued. "I'm going to grab the end of your braid and hold onto your hands. Is that okay?"