The Woman Who Was Kept On A Shelf Novels & Stories

Just Incase you didn’t know, the room was grand but it was still highly functional. The shelves were made of wood, gold and silver and showed awards and artifacts of our fore father's history , culture and tradition. I had a lot of documents to sign and tons of letters to read from other pack’s and their senators so I was going to be fully locked in. I had not fully settled into my duties when an old woman was ushered in. She looked so frail, fragile and weak that I felt pity for her immediately. From the way she moved, you would know she was a core village woman from some of the few rural villages in the kingdom, so much wisdom and hardship in her footsteps.

Awkward. “Did you get everything?” she asks excitedly. Now I see where Angela gets her energy from. “Almost.” I pull my body apart from hers then set my rug bag on the wooden table, -- that serves as a coffee and dining table. “They don’t have Queen Anne’s lace root in The Keep House. ” “Ooh…” Hanna drops her shoulders, upset. “What do you need that for?” As soon as I ask that, Hanna tilts her head toward me and draws her eyebrows together in curiosity. Hanna has this way of communicating without words.

"You don't have to hide from you. I did promise to come back to you, didn't I?" The strange woman was holding a baseball bat. She brushed the baseball bat on the shelves of dresses. She noticed the expensive shoes that she's wearing as the heels clicked on the marble floor. "Louise, if you hadn't released that news about my Alessandro, I wouldn't have known that you were once the slut that he slept with. It's hard to find all of the women who slept with him and it will cost a fortune and I don't have time for it. I did everything to keep everyone away from him, including that Keira. I killed that slut back then, but I didn't expect for her to even live." She laughed out loud. She gasped when

A moment later she heard the door open. "Are you Merinda?" A woman's voice rang out. Merinda, who was already awake and sitting on the edge of the bed, immediately turned her head. She saw a middle-aged woman dressed in all black with her hair neatly curled. "Yes, my name is Merinda Rawless," Merinda replied. "You don't need another name here. I'll call you Merinda then. Let me introduce myself. My name is Maria. I am in charge of all the servants in this mansion," said Maria in a quick, impatient tone.

Unfortunately, she was caught just as she was about to start climbing. "You'll stay here until your wedding day arrives," Ratih said, shoving Anna forward. Anna was locked inside a windowless underground storage room filled with piles of unused items. The place was always kept clean because it stored secondhand goods that could still be sold for high prices. If Anna hadn't been Ratih's valuable investment, Ratih would never have placed her in a storage room that was regularly maintained like this. Whenever Anna needed to use the bathroom, one of the guards stationed outside would escort her. As for meals, the guards would briefly open the door to place food inside and collect her empty plate

"Show it to me." Unable to speak, Halil slowly slid the photograph across the polished mahogany. Looking down, the entire universe slammed to a violent, crashing halt. The woman in the picture was walking out of the shattered warehouse doors. She was covered in dust and dried blood. She wore an expensive dark leather jacket and heavy boots. Her face was harder, sharper, completely stripped of the terrified innocence that used to define her. She looked like a ruthless, untouchable queen. But it was her. Nora.

“You’re coming with us?” She nodded. “Yes.” “Why?” She looked directly at me. “Because there is something you need to see.” We descended carefully. The chamber beneath the house was much older. Unlike the laboratory, there were no computers. There were shelves. Thousands of them. Every shelf contained small glass containers. Each one had a name. James picked one up. “Memories.” Elena nodded. “Stored memories.” I walked slowly between the shelves. Then I saw my name. BELLA WADE.

It wasn't his job to watch her every move anymore. The storage room was down the back hall, near the back door. Taking a set of keys off her belt Shania reached for the knob only to realize the door was already ajar. She frowned in annoyance. The shelter had strict rules about securing the staff and storage rooms so they wouldn't be vandalized. She pushed open the heavy door and entered the dimly lit room. "Hello, wife."

She was Sienna Newton, his granddaughter? “Get in here!” Quinn shouted. Immediately, Sharon saw a middle-aged woman walking in with two maids. Seeing this scene, she raised her guard as a bad feeling welled up in her heart. She had not regained her hearing. She only saw the old man’s mouth moving without knowing what he said. The three women approached her. “What are you doing? Don’t come near me.” The two maids grabbed her, and the middle-aged woman started to search Sharon. Her hands groped Sharon’s body and even tried to rip off her clothes!

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