The Woman Ebook Novels & Stories

Introduction: Black housewife finds young white stud at bookstore. Read and enjoy.... ********** "Hi, may I help you find something?" I ask as I approach a strikingly beautiful woman looking around the bookstore. "Yes," she smiles at me. "I'm looking for books on orgasms." She says it so matter-of-factly that it catches me off guard. Or maybe it's her exquisite eyes, deep brown with an almost oriental look, coupled with her mahogany complexion that makes me catch my breath.

“Your majesty, you are hear to learn your purpose and I am hear to make sure you understand what needs to be done.” I looked deep into the woman’s glittering eyes and gasped. “You…you are the book aren’t you, you’re a living deity of a grimoire aren’t you?” My had flew to my mouth in disbelief, this couldn’t be possible but the glittering of her eyes resembled the elegant gemstones that line the front and back of the spell book. “Yes, I am exactly that.” The majestic woman replied. “I am hear to give you the answers that you seek, you have finally realized who you are, giving you access to me and my secrets.”

I had the urge to touch it, so I reached forward for it. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," I jerked at the gruff voice and turned around. It was an old woman with grey asymmetric Bob hair and beautiful brown skin. She held a walking stick with a snake's head and red eyes. She wasn't green, blue, or decapitated like the others, she looked like a real woman. "That book might be titled 'NAMES', but it is not a good book. Those five letters stand for something, terrible things. Open that book and you won't love what you will see,"

Before she could retort Eleanor continued, "She once got a gift by a wandering traveler, it was a book about the witches. I love reading a lot so my grand mother gave it to me as a present, that's how I knew all about them..." After laughed at Valeria's failed plans in ridiculing Eleanor, Sebastian cleared his throat and said, "Okay, but how can we be sure that the book was not false and fabricated?!" "Well, that book is not in my possession but you all must have seen that difference at some point, because it is so obvious. I can't understand how one can not make a difference between the two. But seeing how you were about to treat this witch, I understood that you didn't even bother to know

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.

Serena had been across the room, luminous in the particular way of women who don’t know they are, laughing at something a woman beside her said, utterly unaware that her life was already being systematically dismantled by two people standing in the same room. I had felt something that night that I had not allowed myself to name for a long time. Not quite guilt. Closer to recognition. The recognition of a woman who knew what it was to want something badly enough to do things that didn’t sit easily afterward. I got up and crossed to Isabella’s room. She was exactly as I had left her, sprawled diagonally across the bed with complete confidence in her right to take up space, her dark hair a fan

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

I could not help but ask, “You’re my best friend. He’s my husband. Why are you doing this to me?” Janelle laughed and then walked toward me. Then, she took off her clothes. I saw her chest. It turned out that she was… I had never seen her body before, so I did not know what she looked like. After I saw it, someone appeared in my head! It was the woman with Jason at the massage parlor! I had never seen her face clearly, so I had not expected her to be my best friend! When I saw her body with my own eyes, it matched up with the other woman the other day.

he shouted, after me and I blew him a kiss in return while he dramatically staggered back like I attacked him. It made my heartbeat slow down a bit. I made it to the base described by a lady I had encountered in the elevator. Then I was accompanied by a brunette-haired woman whose lips are coated in her mouth after every sentence. She was talking like if she utters more than three words, she would be laid off. We got into a large room occupied by eight workers pressing away on their system and a huge projector displaying all the different royal brands. All of them were focused on whatever they were doing until the woman noisily hit the side of a vacant table with the bottom of her heel.

I focused my eyes towards the direction of the noise and sure enough, the small woman walked our frim between two large shelves. "Queen Frost." Lady Waina greeted as she walked over to me. Once she reached the table next to me, she pulled a chair out and sat down. "To what do I owe this visit, your grace?" She asked as she narrowed her cloudy eyes at me. It is obvious that the woman can't see but the way the cloudy orbs traced my covered face made me feel like she was in fact staring at me. "I came here for a book of records." Lady Waina sighed. "Of course, it's always about the books. Which book would you like?" She asked, her feature suddenly shifting to annoyance.