The Woman In Black Novels & Stories

the voice that she had long been hearing since she was still unconscious asked, making her look over to the direction. Before her, is a woman who wore a white robe, underneath the robe is a white turtleneck shirt tucked inside a long khaki sweeping skirt. She had a pair of black kitten heels, her hair beautifully kept in a tight bun, and a peach-colored tint on her lips that made her look even more refreshing to the eye. She pushed her oval eyeglasses to the bridge of her nose and glanced at the chart on her hand before looking back at her. “I just feel nauseous and tired. My stomach hurts like hell, do you have painkillers?” Weiyan asked before attempting to press her stomach but the woman

A pair of feet-wearing elegant and famous Stuart Weitzman high heels emerged from the driver's seat. When a fair-skin woman appeared right before them, a collective whisper from the attendees began to flood the entire place. The woman was wearing a classy midi black dress and an oversized wide-brimmed hat that covered almost half of her face. Aside from her pointed and pretty nose bridge, the only thing that was more apparent was her lips in bright red lipstick. But those people didn’t need to see her whole face to recognize who she was.

The mono-eyed woman gradually gathers herself and hands her a cup of gruel. “It's with pleasure to have you again!” Christine exclaimed, holding her around her waist and supporting the cup for her to drink. The Mon-eyed was on her swift fingers stitching Ariana’s dress. A Scratch of sweeping brooms near the door as charwoman swiftly cleansed the pavements, shocked Christine near death. That was not a creaking ideal for her but a knocking that vehemently probed its urgency. “Inform the majesty, they are here. “A voice is heard at the door. The sound crumped her heart, tore into pieces and threw it into the agony of no hope.

The air was dry as new memories popped up. Unbearable memories suddenly appear in front of me. Kai and Jax had left in the view. I'm on the ground being pushed over by a big, furious man. The silver dagger was in his grip. "Lord Kaizel, run. Save yourself from m─" A woman in a black silk gown, red eyes, and a black aura. Werewolves and Vampires everywhere. They are attacking her, but why? Who is she? Lord Kaizel...?

"GOOD evening, ma'am! Welcome back!" A woman in her early forties stepped out of a luxury car and smiled at the elderly man who greeted her. She took a deep breath and looked around the mansion in front of her. It was grand and screamed wealth and elegance. It looked like a royal palace that could capture anyone's attention—intimidating yet astonishing. It was larger than life but definitely appropriate for a woman like her. It was exactly the kind of place where she could show everyone her power and dominance.

Not at a desk, not posed with deliberation, but sitting in the particular natural way of someone who has been somewhere for a while and is still there — the posture of someone who is in the middle of something rather than at its end or its beginning. Her face was not visible. The silhouette was complete but the features were not — and this, Adaeze understood immediately, was right. This was the right choice. Because the woman in the silhouette was not her specifically. Was not any specific woman. Was the woman in the dark. Every woman in the dark. The woman who was reading messages she was never supposed to see and sitting at a kitchen counter with her hand flat against the cool surface maki

The neighborhood lay in ruins, with rubble and dust drifting in the air. I furrowed my brows, my OCD pushing me to walk away. Just then, a hunched, filthy woman came in my way. She was wrapped in a filthy down jacket, its original color long buried beneath layers of grime. She clutched a handful of empty plastic bottles, her eyes vacant and glassy. “M-Ms. Bray?” She spoke, her voice raspy and scratchy. I stopped in my tracks and looked at her from a distance. It took a while for me to scan her bloated and wrinkly face before I recognized her to be the once arrogant Little Miss Sunshine.

The woman closed her eyes. For a moment, Emily thought she might finally surrender. Then the woman opened her eyes. They were black. "No." The entire throne room shook. Kael grabbed Emily. "What is she doing?" Emily looked at the woman. "I don't know." The woman raised both hands. "You think this is about love." The darkness returned. "You think this is about me wanting him." Her voice became monstrous. "It isn't." Emily's blood ran cold. "Then what is it about?" The woman smiled.

The woman hadn’t just awakened them; she’d awakened people who didn’t know who they were. “How many?” Darius asked. The young woman answered, “Thousands.” Malric looked toward the western road. “And Eliane?” The woman frowned. “Who?” His face tightened. Luna stepped in quickly. “A woman taken from Blackwood tonight. Dark hair, intelligent, probably argumentative.” Malric looked at her. “What?” “Accurate description.” The young woman considered it. “There was someone with the Nameless.” “Alive?” “Yes.” Malric stepped forward. “Where?”

He was about to speak but Alice covered his mouth quickly motioning for him to stay still. “If you are not here, I will find you. I’ll make your mother suffer even in death.” Alice heard what the woman said and he noticed Pedro having goosebumps. The retreating steps cannot be heard anymore. Alice slowly got up and peek through the small window. She saw the figure of the woman in black that she had seen earlier. She can feel the evil aura surrounding the woman. “A black witch!” Alice whispered to Pedro.