The Women Audiobook Novels & Stories

" A beautiful, petite lady dressed in a fitted short red gown and heels, walked into the large room elegantly. She noticed one of her employees holding one side of her face with both hands and wincing in pain. Lucas had slapped the employee for trying to touch him. Yet again, he looked sideways and adjusted his blazer. He looked at the petite lady who had just walked in and demanded, " Just call whoever is in charge of all of this, let's get this over with. " She walked over to him, taking each step accurately, and stopped right in front of him. She tucked a loose strand from her short bob hair at the back of her ear, revealing the left side of her face perfectly. She parted her red filled l

"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.

“No, take them back into the car, I will leave when at the end of the day.” “Really? Just leave now to make things easy.” Damien scoffed and she chuckled. “Not yet, I haven't taken a good look at your whore yet.” She chuckled and Damien glared at her before walking away. Audrey listened to their conversation from her room and tears streamed down her eyes, she held onto the tip of her gown tightly and cried. Is she that worthless? They should have at least lowered their voices, why must they make her hear it? She exhaled and lay on the bed, she closed her eyes and wished all of these will end.

By the silence between songs. By every pair of tiny eyes that look at me with hope, not knowing the monster I used to be. I will always be the woman who could never become a mother. The woman who destroyed her chance at being someone's wife. Maybe my story was never meant to have a fairytale ending. Because this isn't a fairytale. This is reality. A cruel one. Some stories don't have happy endings. Especially for women like me. Perhaps my story never had an ending at all.

My proof. I'd never bow to anyone again. My name's Isabella. Not someone's girl. Not Lina's backup. Not a sacrifice. I've got love. I've got freedom. And for the first time ever, the world's mine.

As the number of viewers on the livestream grew each night, I felt myself dissolving, reduced to a piece of clockwork machinery designed to leak for a paying audience. Clients rotated in and out of the rooms. What I never expected to see was a familiar figure stepping into my room. It was the village chief, Martin Hansen, who reeked of tobacco. I hadn't imagined him to be part of this, too. I wasn't the only woman here. Whenever I was alone in my room, I could always hear the voices of other women drifting through the walls. Rodrick and Colby had turned this place into a living hell. Before every livestream, Rodrick would forcibly apply some pink cream onto my sensitive bud. Whenever I clamp

FELICIA I wanted to get to Beta Andrew. But when I got to the banquet again, all the Betas and alphas were gathered in the corner. A bunch of rogues were standing above them. The alphas and their betas were kneeling on the ground and their hands were tied behind their backs. The rogues held silver daggers against the necks of all the women, including the Luna queen. I was the only woman left who wasn't contained in the corner by the rogues.

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

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.

Nobody ever left – not alive, anyway. The other women shrank back in their cells. They were wary. Strange noises could bring an array of horrors with it and they knew this. Saws, drills, hammers – they’d all been abused within an inch of their life. They trusted NOTHING. They looked through the bars with wide eyes. Then they heard the unmistakable sound of a man’s voice. “This way,” he said in a hushed whisper.