The Women Audiobook Novels & Stories

She adjusted the silver cuff at her wrist and lifted her chin, taking in the towering building in front of her. Five years since she had fled this city with nothing but a suitcase and a pride so badly shattered it barely held together, five years since she promised she’d come back. Now she had. Not as the broken girl they threw away, but as the woman who could ruin them. “Miss Jones.” Amelia, her assistant, stepped up beside her, tablet in hand. “The Phoenix Global shareholders are here. The media’s already speculating about the announcement.” Mildred’s lips curved slightly. “Let them.” Amelia hesitated. “Are you sure tonight is the right time?” Mildred didn’t even blink. “There’s no better

She had just hugged Liam whilst I was talking to Al. "Darling, it's great to finally meet you. I've heard nothing but wonderful things about you," the woman said. Al snorted. "We've heard how you keep our boy over here on his toes. Darcy is just sugar-coating it," Al commented. Darcy rolled her eyes and smiled as she hugged me and rubbed her cheek against mine. I smiled and my beast sighed in relief. It wasn't as bad as we thought it would be.

She looked poised and elegant, everything Audrey herself aspired to be and she couldn't help but admire her. "I am pleased as well. I would love to get to know each one of you" Audrey exchanges glances between the four women, waiting for one of them to speak up. "Please grant me the honors to introduce everyone" the woman who first spoke takes charge "I am Marchioness Cordelia Vladimir, my husband is the Marquese of Austaria" she gestures to the woman on her right who had peculiar red curls that seemed foreign to Audrey's eyes, her pale blue icy gaze also added to her distinct look. She didn't look like she was from here. The woman directed a smile towards Audrey, her smile lines becoming ve

She exclaimed, "Madison Pell, are you a koala? How could you sleep through all my calls? Check the messages I sent you!" "What happened?" I had no idea how bad I sounded until my voice cracked. "Just check your phone." I hung up and checked my phone screen. I had missed 138 calls—40 from Kiara, and 98 from Ryan. I tapped into WhatsApp, where Kiara had sent me a video titled "Wife Beating Up the Homewrecker." The video was shot messily. Ryan did not show up on screen. Only Jessie Rivers and I were featured in the short video. Most of the comments underneath the video supported the wife.

“Be real. What are you even doing here? Shouldn't you be home feeding a baby or folding laundry or something?" Amelia turned her eyes on the last speaker, her gaze cold enough to freeze the air. A slow, sharp smile tugged at her lips. "Who decided women don't belong at this table? Who said we all belong at home, feeding babies and changing diapers? Who the hell made you the boss of what women can or can't do?" In Amelia’s book, if a woman had the strength and courage to stand her ground, she could do whatever the hell she pleased. Amelia’s attitude rubbed some men the wrong way, but the elderly man's eyes held nothing but respect for her.

"But those idiots really bother you. Don't they see your discomfort?" "Silly..." she caressed his burgundy hair. "You speak as if they cared about a woman's desires." Anguish filled her tone, the anguish of someone who knew how women were treated, how they were seen. As trophies. As bargaining chips. As baby factories. "They should," Audra replied, fury disguised in his tone. "But maybe they do it out of fear... have you seen what happens when a woman holds a position of power? No man can match her, in practically any way." A glimmer could be seen in those silver eyes, as if there was a woman in his heart whom he admired in that sense.

Some women cried openly. After her speech came the hardest part: the Q&A with the readers. A woman in her thirties, with visible scars on her wrists, approached trembling. “Your book… made me leave home. I was married to a man who beat me for seven years. After reading the scene where Lira confronts her mother… I understood that silence is also complicity. Thank you.” Maeve felt tears rise. She hugged the woman tightly. “You are strong,” she whispered. “Stronger than you know.”

The auditorium holds three thousand women, and every seat is filled. I stand backstage at the International Women's Empowerment Conference in Geneva, watching the crowd through a gap in the curtains. Women from sixty countries, speaking dozens of languages, united by shared experiences of survival and rebuilding. “Five minutes, Mrs. Wolfe,” the stage manager says quietly. My hand settles automatically on my growing bump—twenty weeks now, our daughter active and strong. She's been moving constantly today, like she knows something important is happening.

Some women whispered in agreement. "I am Luciana Archenbow. A Queen of nations and species alike. But today I stand before you as an optimist. Someone who had never dreamt that a day would come in which women would be treated with all the respect they deserve." Another wave of murmurs crossed the crowd as they realized who I was. Some faces held shock. "In this war of mine, men had been of vital importance to me. They lay down their lives in order to cease the void between species. Yet I had long since learnt that a woman fights for more than just cause." I glanced over my shoulder at Sonja. The woman stood forward proudly.

She demanded in the same innocent way she had smiled at her all morning "Sure you can," Audrey said as she handed over the water can to Carla. Carla took the water and gulped down some. When Audrey sheathed her sword and looked around, she saw that the warriors of the Blood moon pack had kept their skins away from where she and her men had kept theirs. Ron was there, sitting with his Beta while the pale skinned woman was standing by his side, speaking words that Ron did not seem to be interested in because he constantly turned to his Beta and said words that she too could not make out from where she was standing. Who was the woman? She wondered as she watched them and then shook her head. Th