The Woman Book Novels & Stories

She was too smart not to know that she shouldn’t bite off more than she could chew. Standing from a distance, Minah could see a familiar figure of a fidgeting woman who was waiting outside her unit. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, the woman spun around and made eye contact with her. The woman was gripping the sling of her unbranded bag and was wearing a simple T-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Isabel. Minah crossed her arms as soon as she reached her. “What brought you here?” “Can we talk?”

He fell, face on ground. It was the old woman from the neighborhood. “She belongs to the beta. If you even dare to lift your gaze at her, I will rip your eyes out.” She growled at the young wolf then poured cold water on him from the hose. The young wolf growled and ran off. “Beta woman, you can go inside. Until Beta comes here, I will guard your house, and you.” I nodded at her and went inside the house. As he had ordered me, I went straight toward the bedroom. More like, I was crawling my way upstairs. Once I was inside, I locked the door. Then I took my clothes off of my body and went straight to the bed.

She had heard a lot about this book and now she was considering this project based on this book; she decided to take a look and see what it was about. Kayla took a copy and opened it to read the first page. She stood there for a while thinking the books seemed to be grounded in writing from what she saw so far when someone peeked over her shoulder at the book. “Do you like it?” a woman asked and Kayla turned to see that she was and noticed a little woman propped on a stool, leaning down at her. Her dark brown hair was tied up, letting down loose curls dance around her face. The woman came down from the stool and stood a little shorter than Kayla. Kayla herself was not that tall; she was only

"It's called karma! That scumbag cheated on his wife, hooked up with his own cousin, and even had a kid with her. What's worse, they even had the nerve to broadcast everything and humiliate his wife." "Did you hear? The Shaw family's daughter, who's also Samson's real wife, nearly died giving birth. The baby was stillborn, and the umbilical cord was around the neck. The baby couldn't even cry once before passing away. As a mother myself, just imagining it breaks my heart." "Right, and that animal Samson even brought his mistress's baby to Miss Shaw and tried to force her to claim the baby as her own. What kind of person does that? Is he even human?"

Before everything, before Emilia, she was the only woman I saw myself getting married to. Bianca was a beautiful woman. She was well established as an influential woman, and her forward attitude was one of the things that drew me to her. It intrigued me how she never backed down when she wanted something. Back then, I thought she was the only woman fit to rule beside me until she decided power was more important.

By the silence between songs. By every pair of tiny eyes that look at me with hope, not knowing the monster I used to be. I will always be the woman who could never become a mother. The woman who destroyed her chance at being someone's wife. Maybe my story was never meant to have a fairytale ending. Because this isn't a fairytale. This is reality. A cruel one. Some stories don't have happy endings. Especially for women like me. Perhaps my story never had an ending at all.

Sitting on a chair, along with a glass of wine in her hand. She looked out of place. She looked different but that wasn't what I was thinking as I started walking towards her, pushing away the crowd of people. I could only see her. My Woman. Mine!

she warned while I wondered where Derrick gets such women. “I think you're getting things twisted. Derrick and I are just—" "I'll fight every odd for that man. You have no idea what you're messing with.” The woman was about to walk out when Derrick walked in. He looked confused the moment he placed his eyes on the woman. “Stella is everything OK?" He looked at me before the woman turned around to say my name. “Stella," she whispered as if she knew me. “I think you should resolve your issues. I don't know why she's attacking me," I said before the woman rushed to suddenly hold my hand.

"I'm starting to believe you're a bookworm." "I suppose," he laughed. "But it's a very beautiful book, you know? It tells many things. Like that woman who, after the death of everyone she loved and being unjustly thrown into caves, managed to endure and carry on. That book left a mark on me, and it still does." "I noticed," she sighed. "But in a way, you're right. It's a good book, I've had it for a long time." "Since when?" "A month before she died, she signed it and gave it to me." The snow-haired one's face was a dilemma. "Yes, Elijah, I have the woman's first book."

“She’s the Goddess of Wisdom. When she finds what she’s looking for, she’ll come out.” ____________________________________________________________________ “No, it’s not here either. Where could it possibly be?” A woman spoke to herself as she tossed the book she was holding onto the floor in exasperation. The discarded book did not land with a thud like it was supposed to- rather it landed on another book. On the floor, several books littered the ground. Leaving no space for one to walk. Some of the books were opened with footprints all over them. The luckier once had the blessed fate of landing on the floor closed and protected.