The Last True Female Novels & Stories

Rowena was on the screen. She looked nothing like the fierce beauty she once was, the one dubbed the Beauty Sniper. She seemed like a bird after a losing fight; her eyes seemed lifeless. The segment started with my viral interview, the one where I was called the other woman. Then, with obvious reluctance, Rowena issued a public apology. "I was wrong. I had falsely accused Ms. Chapman. The real homewrecker...was me..." As she confessed, tears of frustration shimmered in Rowena's eyes. However, a second later, the screen went dark.

“I see your mother’s strength in you. No matter the turmoil on the road. Never stop fighting and always stay strong.” I whimpered in pain. My body ached badly as I felt sore all through my inner thighs. This was my new reality, I had to stay strong for my boys. Lucia was the only person I considered a friend. She was always there to teach me everything I needed to know about my new mafia family. But she never told me any secrets or dealings of the Castilago family. It was a high-level secret. “You don't look too well, Esmeralda,” Lucia purred, her eyes coursing through my eyes in search of an answer, as she grabbed my hands.

So she teamed up with William Pearce, a pack elder who supported Collin, to stir up trouble. What was worse was that during the High Rite, Leena deliberately showed up in a revealing gown and put on a pitiful act in front of the younger wolves. "Ella has changed so much," she said softly, her eyes red. "Now that Ethan backs her, she doesn't even care about her own family. Don't be like her. A she-wolf who's too strong never gets loved." [Once the ritual starts, I'll pretend she pushed me. I'll make her humiliate herself and get branded as someone who disrespects the Moon Goddess!]

The woman, who was at her nose, expressed her displeasure but said, "That was the intention of the moon goddess. Longbeard," "It's a waste; it can't digest this power." "Longbeard. She's his last descendant." "But it's a waste. I don't think I should give it to her," he said. "Oh! So you think your old body must have done something!" "Oh no, Mrs. Vinlot. I'm not happy with this."

Valerie said. Dave was just quiet and watching while Hayes was laughing along with Enzo. I shook my head. "You're getting it wrong, that diary wasn't mine. Someone just told me to keep it because—" "Oh come on, you don't have to deny it, darling! We understand you as a human being" Jade "You can check there inside, there could be the name of the owner. I just want this to stop please just give it back" I begged already. "One last page, here it goes!" Valerie said and snatched the diary from Jade.

I must hire more female cleaning staff, Elizabeth was the one I always ignored, there wasn't much about her to see, she seemed completely insignificant to me, and she had no elegance, talent, or a scent that made me shudder. I address a beautiful woman by her smell, it all depends on how well she smells, how striking and carnal her scent is, but Elizabeth's smell didn't even manage to catch me, it only managed to go unnoticed and I went there after so many years that I realized what I never saw. "I want you to buy feminine products and give them to her, it's a gift for her years of service here," she ordered Bernard.

They were both joking with each other not minding who was looking at them and she walked up to him standing by his side where she belonged. "Like I said before you all get greedy and drink without me and my husband I would like to say a little something before my cheer…" She took a deep breath and began. "Humans all want affection the need for love can be so much sometimes that we give our feelings for people that don't really deserve it…but it doesn't matter if you made a mistake with your first love…" She looked at her husband and kissed him until she was out of breath. "It's never too late find your true love so never stop looking and just trust me when you see it…feel it you will know."

She was already composing her face into a mask of grief to hide the triumph in her eyes. Then Nathan let out a bitter, mocking laugh. "How," he asked, his voice cracking with raw anguish, "could a woman who died seven days ago have cursed you? "Vivian. You've been saying for years that Elena framed you. Every single time. But tell me—this time, and all the times before—who was really the one scheming? Who was really the one destroying whom?"

, I said and paused again. I was trying to study them properly and pick out anyone I do not find worthy to partake in the war, I didn't want anyone to mess things up for me. I looked all over the girls and they were good to go, they all had this fierce look on their faces and they were all ready to fight and win, but not to fight to the death. I tried to concentrate on their heartbeats, it was all stable and I was okay with my female warriors. I sighed deeply.

"No True Luna in three hundred years has done that." The weight of his words settled over me slowly. "I did not plan it," I said. "It just happened. I reached out and found the ones who did not want to be there, wolves who were tired of fighting for the wrong reasons." "That is exactly why it worked," Sera said. "Your power does not come from planning. It comes from truth. You spoke it to wolves starving for it, and they listened." I thought about the girl I used to be, the one who hid bruises under pretty dresses and let a man take credit for every plan that kept her pack alive. That girl could never have stood in an open field and turned an enemy's own soldiers against him with nothing but