The Woman Book Novels & Stories

My name was Mandy Smith, and I was a hotel receptionist. At the same time, I was a lonely wife. My husband had not touched me in a long time. I had strong desires, and a long period of abstinence had left me squirming with discomfort. I looked at myself in the mirror. Men usually loved my full chest and beautiful bottom. However, whenever I wanted to seduce my husband with all my tricks, he would only glance at me coldly before turning around and sleeping.

⸻ Yet it contained no record of her. ⸻ 🌙 The Keeper The woman walked slowly between the shelves. ⸻ As she moved, books floated around her. ✨📖✨ ⸻ Each book opened briefly. ⸻ Showing fragments of countless lives. ⸻ A child learning to walk. A king losing a kingdom. A mother singing a lullaby. A lonely boy finding friendship. ⸻ Stories. ⸻ Nothing but stories. ⸻ Yet they felt more important than galaxies.

The dew on its leaves shone under the sun's rays bringing the land under the captivity of twinkling like several brittle broken pieces of mirror scattered as she surpassed them. The horse almost rams into a rambler who strolled by the path. The woman waves back to Christine running after the horse. “Maybe it’s a rescue or a resuscitation she needs.” Christine said to herself . as if the hoarse heard the statement it halted, Christine’s eyes on her right shoulder. The woman's visage sympathized with her as she snares the point the horse stood feeling tired. The woman extends her hand of kindness to her. “ My dau… daughter, wrap your t… temple” The woman said vehemently regaining her normal br

I ignored the receptionist who was busy swooning to get my attention, and proceeded to catch up with her. She picked out the books and looked sideways with caution. The Venomous Alien She had a good taste in books or I could say we both loved dark comic books. " That mask gives me the perfect vibe to know it's you" she froze and turned her head; I moved closer to her till there was no distance between us. I knew she recognized me from the way she batted her lashes uncontrollably, the hard breathing and her sneaky fingers fumbling their way around the book she had picked out.

she said with some annoyance. "Cassarina, you'll know the book I'm talking about once you see it. Just open your eyes," the woman said. Cassarina stared at the old woman who had come to be her mentor and teacher in her black robe. She sighed and got back to work. As she checked the middle of the shelf, a certain book struck her observation. It had the title The Kingdom Itself: Snails on it. "That's a strange name for a kids' story," she whispered but bypassed it and continued the search.

His voice was drenched in lust, and I hated how easily he fell into these games. The woman licked her lips, her eyes glinting with anticipation. “Only if it’s a bottomless orgasm,” she teased. I couldn’t listen anymore. My chest felt tight, jealousy coiling around my heart like a snake. What did he see in these women? Why couldn’t he look at me like that? Why did he always push me away? Author’s Note:

The older woman didn't respond, instead, she walked over to the clinic cupboard to pour a glass of water for the young woman laying on the bed. Aurora accepted it gratefully, her throat was indeed dying to be soothed. "I'm here to visit you, nothing else " The woman spoke. Aurora was sure she had never seen this woman in her entire life, why would she come to visit her. The woman began to flip through the pages of her red book again, earning Aurora's curiosity. "What is that? " The woman looked up, her expression was neutral. "I tend to forget things easily, this helps to remember "

More chilling than the temperature was the woman's gaze. Like the previous Eastern Guardian, her entire body appeared to be transparent glass, with only her skeleton emitting fluorescent light. The previous Eastern Guardian could instill fear in people. This woman, however, made people find her unapproachable. "Who are you?" the mysterious woman asked. Her voice was equally cold, but she seemed to have no connection to the Eastern Guardian. "We have come to seek the secrets of this world's Glazed Kingdom. A ghost named the Book Immortal told us that defeating the four guardians would give us the answer."

At my words, the woman’s eyes brighten, and I can see the greed that starts to form within them. “You’re a generous man.” She giggles, reaching out and attempting to take the money while I pull it back. “Answers first.” I snap. “Then payment.” Sighing, the woman lazily gets up and heads across the bookstore. When she reaches the door, she locks it and clicks off the open sign. “Come with me.” She announces, once done. “What you seek is this way.” Frowning, I watch her run her long fingers along a row of books until she finds the one she is looking for. As she gives it a pull, multiple clicks sound, followed by the groaning of metal against metal as the bookshelf moves entirely.

Bella Pov Karen's book hit number one on the bestseller list three weeks after it published. I saw it displayed in the window of every bookstore I passed. "The Other Woman: A Love Story" in big letters with Karen's photo on the back cover. She was smiling in that photo. Looking innocent and sympathetic. Nothing like the woman who tried to poison me.