The Women Audiobook Novels & Stories

The sound of her stiletto heels echoing inside the four-corner room, rang in her ears. Minah followed her gaze. Ava was walking closer to a woman who was also sitting on the bed. However, the woman's back was facing her so she could not see who it was. Ava was talking to the woman angrily, but the woman never said a word. She was just staring blankly into space. Minah jumped in startled when Ava slapped the woman hard on the face.

“Oh, and I just remembered 803 needs turning over, as well. Thirty minutes. Better hop to it if you don’t want to end up back in the doghouse.” With that, the other woman turned and stalked out of the room. *No doubt to kick babies, or whatever she does in her free time*. Shaking her head, Ava was too tired to be pissed by Audrey’s nasty words. It wasn’t worth it. If the woman had balls enough to insult a werewolf to her face in the middle of a werewolf club, Ava knew she wouldn’t blink at the thought of making good on her threats. The moon knew she’d seen it happen before.

"Says the woman who has warmed the bed of too many men to be able to count so as to land her in this position." "Ouch! Low blow. You hurt me a lot with your words my dearest co-wife." "You've succeeded in getting my husband under your claws but I promise you, he will come off it and this marriage will end sooner than it started." "That's enough! Get out of this building right now or I'd let security throw you out." "There will be no need for that" The heard an authoritative voice from outside, the three women in the room turned to see it's owner and it was no other than Abdul-Dayyan. He strode in looking handsome in his lab coat.

Sitting on a chair, along with a glass of wine in her hand. She looked out of place. She looked different but that wasn't what I was thinking as I started walking towards her, pushing away the crowd of people. I could only see her. My Woman. Mine!

"I am pleased to introduce Alpha Katie Stevens." Everyone cheers and starts celebrating. I stand there smiling and looking at how happy everyone is and can't help how much pride I have. In just Three days everything has changed I went form being the Betas daughter that had not wolf to the first female Alpha. As im watching everyone there is only one thing that I still am questioning when will I find my second chance mate?

aunt Aurora paused for a while, she was trying to study the woman beside her, “deep within your heart, you know I am right, ain’t I?” “Can I speak now?” Audrey inquired. “Of course my dear, tell me” “I am not sure I told you this aunt but I lost my womb after what Nathan did to me. I would not be able to ever conceive again, do you know how that hurts?” Tears welled up in her eyes, “he hurt me so much aunt and I can not pretend to be fine when I am not, I will not do that” “For how long, Audrey?” The old lady inquired again, “for how long will you keep punishing him for his sins?”

My voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to silence the noisy crowd for a moment. All the scorn, sneers, and smug expressions froze on their faces. Even the air seemed to stand still. The crowd began whispering to each other. "Can it be that Kelda does have some real power? Did she really find her mother?" "She just said she'll wipe out the entire Foster family… Who can even boast about something like that? Not even the richest person in the country can make that kind of claim!"

"That’s impossible. A woman doesn't get the backing of Atlas Holdings by doing nothing, Gideon. She’s meeting someone. An executive, a managing partner—someone with enough capital to threaten a firm’s debt lines at midnight. Check the building's visitor logs. Who went up to her floor after she arrived?" "We checked," Gideon replies, entirely unbothered by my frustration. "The only men on her floor today are the standard mid-level compliance auditors. The only anomaly in her entire schedule over the last twenty-four hours remains the resident in apartment 5A. The handyman, Caleb."

At the laugh. The smile. The woman she became whenever she forgot to be sad. Something softened in his expression. Something she wasn’t supposed to see. But she did. And suddenly the room felt much smaller. Much quieter. Much warmer. The city lights shimmered through the windows behind them. Hours had passed. Yet neither seemed eager to leave. Neither seemed eager to break whatever this was. The problem wasn’t the silence. The problem wasn’t the late hour. The problem wasn’t even the fact that they were alone.

Seventy-two women coming down out of the dark singing a lullaby in six notes and then in more, getting louder for four hours, and Ilva standing on the last ring with her head back and her eyes shut, and Bryn, who wanted to leave, sitting down on the top step and putting her face in her hands. Sela comes onto the floor first with her braid come down and her hands cut from the wall and eleven days of the worst work in the world on her, and she looks at me and at the woman in my arms and at the dust, and the spear and the old lady in the ice, and she says the only thing there is to say. "All of them," she says. "All seventy-two. I have counted three times."