The Woman In The Library Novels & Stories

I want to know who that is that works wonders right here inside the library. “Aah, Sir!” a woman moaned in pleasure. My eyes widened at that. So, she is not alone. How shameless! Can’t they get a room to do it in private? Not here in a public library, where they can be seen by anyone. “S-Sir… that will mark!” I heard the woman slightly whimpered. I am not so innocent to not know what that means. I frowned.

He said. The technician enlarged the blurry outline. A silhouette. A curve of the shoulder. A faint glimpse of hair tied in a way I recognized, but didn’t want to. The officer’s voice dropped lower. “That’s not a man.” Cold. Ice-cold. My breath caught. The officer turned to me slowly. “Mr. Jake Williams, this isn’t a manly figure, the sides, the posture, and the little hair shows it’s a woman, and maybe this woman has abscess and it’s free to walk in and out of the wards without questions. So let me ask, does your wife or even Ethan, have a close friend? Or is there someone else who’s allowed in and out of the wards aside you? “

Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as if I were beneath him. "What right do you have to stay here?" His tone was icy. "Every dollar this company makes is from people working themselves to the brink, except you. You rely on your looks and body to secure deals. It's pathetic." He laughed bitterly. "We've been married all these years, and somehow I never realized what kind of woman you really are." Then, he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slapped them in front of my face. The pictures spilled across the floor, showing me with various men—walking beside them or drinking together.

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

He was such a thorn in my flesh, I sighed deeply and raised my middle finger at him. " That would never happen " and I walked away. A good day to check out the library once again and a good time to remind myself to never fall in love. Women are just a plaything and they would stay that way. I stuffed myself into my jacket, wore a cap and walked out the door. .... There she was with a mask, walking into the left wing. I ignored the receptionist who was busy swooning to get my attention, and proceeded to catch up with her.

I sent her with a report to tell the woman he had gone to the office, but she returned, saying she knew and would like to see his wife. "Do you know this woman?" I asked the maid, but she shrugged. I wished Myra was here. She had gone on a little trip to see her mom. Maybe she would have known the woman. I just asked the maid to let her in. At least the house was secure, and no dangerous person would come through it. A few minutes later, a middle-aged woman—very beautiful, with long wavy hair that stopped at her waist and stunning blue eyes—walked into the room. She wore a white jumpsuit and, despite her age range, had a model-like figure.

Now that Chantelle was working under him, Derek would have less reasons to come back home. A tear slid down her face, she was losing him to her right before her eyes and there was nothing she could do. Wiping away her tears, she stepped into the shower, “Get it together Leah,” she whispered to herself, took a quick bath, and changed into something comfortable for the night. **** The door swung open and Valerie walked in. She had always been Leah’s doctor and good friend since she got married to Derek. “How are you doing today, Leah?” She asked with a soft smile, approaching her.

“There’s nothing wrong with breaking her legs to keep her. Or chaining her to the bed. She’s mine.” She was looking for freedom. He gave her obsession—wrapped in tenderness. Genesis Caldwell thought escaping her abusive home meant salvation—but her arranged marriage to billionaire Kieran Blackwood might be its own kind of prison. He’s possessive, controlling, dangerous. Yet in his own broken way… he’s gentle with her. To Kieran, Genesis isn’t just a wife. She’s everything. And he’ll protect what’s his. Even if it means destroying everything else.

Apart from Emily Quest, this was the woman she wanted to beat up the most. “Without an entrance ticket, aren’t you here for the exact reason I said you were? I really feel sorry for your handsome husband. He got married to a sl*t like you who would go after rich men,” Mary continued to speak. She felt certain in her heart that her thoughts were true. Otherwise, why would Xyla be here? Moreover, women were capable of doing anything to seduce men for power and money. Never mind waiting at the entrance to a place like this. Some women were capable of even more extreme things.

She drew in a breath when she realized she’d very much like to know what it was like to be strapped to that thing. A squeal drew her attention to the group gathered at the far end of the room. Now that she could see better in the dark, she could make out a woman lying, naked and restrained, face down, on a raised platform, surrounded by a group of men wearing business suits. Scratch that--they weren’t all men. One was a woman, wearing a leather bodysuit. The men and the woman were taking turns holding a vibrating wand against the restrained woman’s exposed pussy. Willow realized they were making the woman come over and over again, and, despite what one may think, that didn’t seem to be a com