The Woman Book Novels & Stories

Reaching. Antonio turned back to Philip. "Once again. Your wife is a genius," Antonio said. He started to walk away. Then he stopped. Turned back. "Philip." He waited until their eyes met. "Keep that woman. Her type is rare to find." **** My sweethearts please feel free to drop your reviews and ratings. It's a safe space to write our minds. I really need your feedbacks on this book.

Half of her big, round backside was sticking out. She wasn't wearing any pants; instead, she just had a little white thong with those sheer, skin-colored stockings over her long legs. The sight nearly made my nose bleed. It was breathtaking. I'd never been near a young woman this perfect my whole life. Even if she wouldn't let me do anything else, just letting me touch her for a moment would have added years to my life.

At first, it was nothing more than a passing glance—a woman entering with confidence, drawing subtle attention without trying. But then he looked again. And everything around him seemed to fade. His focus narrowed completely, his breath catching slightly as recognition

Realizing I wouldn't budge, his tone sharpened as he tried to persuade me again. "If you won't answer it, I will!" I pushed his hands away and made a move to get out of bed to head for the door. Yet, he abruptly seized me, attempting to forcefully shove me into the bathroom. I tried to break free from his hold, but the difference in strength between us was overwhelming. As he was about to force me inside, the front door was kicked open from the outside. The very next second, a young woman in a white dress stormed in with several netizens, who were holding up their phones and livestreaming everything. The young woman was the original poster herself, a third-year medical student named Elowen J

Serena felt the big city sure lacked a bit ethics and etiquettes but at least it didn't believe the manner of caging women all life. "Well now you did." The unknown woman of early 20s commented as she passed a short chuckle out as a reply for Serena who smiled a little. Soon watching the woman pinch the flame of the cigarette on the railing of the balcony and then flicking the cigarette off carelessly the second later. Serena knew that the unknown woman did that to not make her feel uncomfortable with the smoke anymore. Serena appreciated that gesture well. At least she was considerate enough for her presence. "What is your name?"

She said getting off the bed. "What? You are leaving?; It's 10:07 pm" The woman told her checking the time and she was right. It's 10:07. "I can't stay here and I'll be fine, What is this place called?" Elsa asked. "Mid steak of San Francisco" The woman said. "Mid steak?! That way far from my house and I'll have to take a cab home." Elsa sighed. "What's the master's name and where is he? I need to thank him" Elsa asked again.

She commented as she picked up the paper she was taking a note on. "The book is written by a woman called Lady Waina Silver. It says that the woman was present during the war thirty years ago so she could document the war well. She traveled with the women who cooked and nursed the soldiers so she was pretty close to the events that took place at the time. Sources are names as well but it's an endless list of men and woman who had surrounded the war, but a few names stood out, which are the four horsemen of the war..." So Old Lady Waina wrote the book herself? How interesting? I wonder how she wrote it though and how she followed the king to war. Thirty years ago might be a long time but I ha

she asked. Alvin smiled, ready for a kill. "I recently read this novel by a New York Times bestselling author who goes by the name AdelleX. The title of her novel is 'The Woman's Dark Secrets.' I think all women have dark secrets that they are trying hard to keep buried within the four corners of their minds. Am I right?" Briana rolled her eyes. "And does the book satisfy your craving for juicy stuff and endless drama?" Alvin looked at her, wearing a surprised expression on his face. "How did you know that I like juicy stuff?"

Ryan did not confirm nor deny it, but I could tell the truth from the guilty look in his eyes. The scorching summer day in June felt like winter to me. I held my breath in shock. What was I to Ryan, if that woman was his wife? "Stop faking it," the woman taunted me. Then, she went on to introduce me to the onlookers. "Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at this homewrecker! She snatched my husband from me, and she had the audacity to ask him for an apartment."

This was so hard to do. However, standing here now, staring at those same pair of arms that held her close on cold nights, wrapped around another woman so tightly, it made this a little easier. With that, she pulled out the envelope and tossed it on the table. Derek’s eyes shifted to her, and then he suddenly noticed the suitcase behind her, “What’s this Leah? What are you doing?”