The Women A Novel Novels & Stories

Marissa POV The women's block was its own special hell. Not because the women were more violent than the men though some were but because the cruelty was more subtle. Psychological warfare instead of physical assault. Whispers and stares and alliances shifting like sand. They'd put me in a cell with three other women. One ignored me completely, reading a Bible with single minded focus. Another, a young girl who couldn't be more than nineteen, watched me with terrified eyes. The third studied me with calculating interest.

This was so hard to do. However, standing here now, staring at those same pair of arms that held her close on cold nights, wrapped around another woman so tightly, it made this a little easier. With that, she pulled out the envelope and tossed it on the table. Derek’s eyes shifted to her, and then he suddenly noticed the suitcase behind her, “What’s this Leah? What are you doing?”

So does theirs. Two hundred and ninety-three women come out onto a snowfield under a full moon after between forty and three hundred years in a hole, and every one of them is old blood, and every one of them has spent her whole life breathing on somebody else's account, and the moon comes up over the shoulder of that mountain and finds them, and the light comes up off every one of them at the same moment.

Seventy-seven days. That was how long Marcus Harper had gone without saying a single word to his wife. No argument. No explanation. Just silence. And the worst part? Lila Harper still loved him. Because Marcus wasn't always cruel. He was the husband everyone wished they had—the flowers, expensive dates, gentle touches, and the way he looked at Lila like she was the only woman in the world. The perfect marriage! She was envied. But she knew what happened when the doors closed. For ten years, she kept forgiving Marcus, waiting for his silence to end and believing the loving man she knew was the real him. Until the seventy-seventh day. One bank statement changes every

His wife. He protected her from me. He chose her over me. Again. Always. Always. I turn away from the mirror. I can't look at myself anymore, can't stand to see the woman I've become, the woman who waits in silk nightgowns for a husband who never comes, the woman who gave up everything for nothing. The fire in the hearth has burned down to embers. The room is dark, shadowed, filled with the ghosts of every night I've spent alone in this bed. I walk to the window and press my forehead against the cold glass.

It's about testimony. Instead, I'm reading at the foundation. Thirty women. That's who's here. Thirty women who have survived something. Who have made it to the other side of something that tried to break them. Who understand that a book like this isn't entertainment. It's witness. It's proof that the thing that happened to you doesn't have to be the final word on who you are.

She wrote about the coffee shop, I say. She wrote about the coffee shop. She wrote about the foam heart. She did not know you yet. She did not know you the way women do not know the women the men the women are the women of are going to come into the lives of the men. She wrote about the coffee shop in March. She wrote about the coffee shop in March three years ago. She was not in love yet. She was not in love the way the women in the coffee shops in Los Angeles are in love. She was in love the way Lena was in love. She was in love the way Lena was in love the way women are in love when the women are the kind of women the men the women are in love with are the kind of men the women are in lov

MOVING AWAY: "She won't remember Hades and ask Demon to hurry up and kill the princess, do not let him know she is the last one." The lady's voice was heard again. "I am not a fool to tell him." Hades said almost angrily. "I know that Hades, I am just saying that you shoul-" "That's enough!" Hades yelled at the woman. "Leave my presence right now." He ordered. The lady left. **** ERAS KINGDOM:

"Sam, right?" The second grabs the first woman. "Look." My wolf looks down at her hands. Wolf claws are out and her growl vibrates the floor. "Anna…” The second woman's eyes go wide. The beast runs at them, striking one in the face with her claws. The other jumps on its back, trying to subdue it, but it's too strong. "Noooo! Stop!!!" I bang on the wall of my mind as I watch the beast attack the women. "Alexi! Run!" The women grab the book they were reading and run for the door.

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa