The Woman Ebook Novels & Stories

He could tell with every fibre of his being she was a lady, even though, she looked, and dressed more like a governess, than a lady. The Earl continued his scrutiny and watched the woman who was an enigma to him. At first, she walked with a weak step towards the desk, but then she stopped, squared her shoulders and continue in angry furious steps, the book she held in her right hand swinging up and down in the air. Cole leaned back and rubbed his jaw. She had spirit. Interesting. The woman snapped the book open on the mahogany table her face almost disappearing in the thick volumes of it. It was then that Cole grinned and stood up from his chair, then sauntered his way lazily over to her. It

Elle wiped the wax away with a hand as steady as stone. Rounding the bend, Elaine stopped in her tracks. In the center of the room was a woman with eyes the color of ash. She glanced their way for a moment, but then resumed to her book. The volume she was reading was massive, maybe as large as Elaine. It was leather-bound and intricately sewn. The book rested atop a cherry wood table that towered in the old library. The woman stood behind the podium; her old, but unworked hands, smoothing out the precious pages.

I wasn’t fucking convinced. “You were searching for a witch to help you, weren’t you?” the woman asked. “You have one now.” I looked at her and narrowed my eyes. “I was searching for a witch to translate the books we found.” I said. “I wasn’t searching for a witch to let her near my mate.” “I don’t need to translate the books.” the woman said. “I know what’s written in them. My ancestors wrote those books. I know everything there is to know about the White Wolf.”

"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 adjusted the silver cuff at her wrist and lifted her chin, taking in the towering building in front of her. Five years since she had fled this city with nothing but a suitcase and a pride so badly shattered it barely held together, five years since she promised she’d come back. Now she had. Not as the broken girl they threw away, but as the woman who could ruin them. “Miss Jones.” Amelia, her assistant, stepped up beside her, tablet in hand. “The Phoenix Global shareholders are here. The media’s already speculating about the announcement.” Mildred’s lips curved slightly. “Let them.” Amelia hesitated. “Are you sure tonight is the right time?” Mildred didn’t even blink. “There’s no better

Chapter 47 : Isabella Sinclair groaned and palmed her head as she opened her mobile and unblocked Jessica Williams. Her eyes rounded in shock seeing the super hot Mathew Hill with another woman. She had been busy visiting top designers for the super rich and shopping for her attire and accessories for the evening dinner with the Hills through the past few days which had left her exhausted. She was getting a body massage at a luxe spa when Jessica’s irritating phone calls started disturbing her.

" He pointed at me, his face twisted in anger. I could not help but chuckle. Just because he could not earn money, he thought everyone must be as incompetent as him. The reporter turned to me with disdain, thrusting a microphone in my face. "You're Cindy Waters? Extorting a pregnant woman is against the law!" Lisa clutched her belly and said pitifully, "Cindy, I've already moved out. All I want is justice!" I sneered. "Do you think you can slander me without consequence just because the neighborhood has no working surveillance cameras?"

Beta Andrew kissed my forehead then he left. After I had cleaned up the house, I grabbed my purse, stuffed my phone, the house keys and the card in it then walked out of the house. It didn't feel strange when people were greeting me while addressing me as the beta woman. I couldn't stop smiling whenever anyone called me the beta woman. “Greetings, beta woman. What can I get you?” I was standing in the shop for vegetables and fruits. “Pack up potatos, tomatoes, some coli flower, cucumbers, carrots, beetroot, ginger, garlic, onions. And…” I paused.

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said