The Women Book Novels & Stories

I rang Brenda’s doorbell, trying to push the worry aside. Brenda flung the door open, her hair forming a wild halo around her head. She clutched her tablet in one hand. "Finally!” She said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me inside. "Come talk some sense into these women.” And that was exactly what I spent the next hour doing. The book club women could only be described in one word: crazy! They were crazy in the head, crazy in the pockets and by all means, crazy in their entire lifestyles.

Joshua pondered on it, then handed two books to Ambrose. Ambrose took them and read their titles. "Think Like A Woman" and "Women's Deepest Secrets". Ambrose looked at Joshua in confusion. "What are these?" "I bought them on the way here." Joshua pointed at the book covers and said, "These are common must-knows in dating. They are perfect for you to study. Take your time to study and understand it. "When your foundation is firm, then I can teach you more. This is the best that I can do for you!"

"Because all women are beautiful in their own way and unique. Not to mention variety is enjoyable. The women see each other every day but can still have their head turned by another beautiful woman. Seeing a different one is arousing. One can imagine themselves making love to that woman." "Do you imagine having sex with other naked women?" Anthony asked us, the women of the group. "I always imagine myself with women," Rhonda said. "I never imagine myself with men, and yes, I love to look at different women, although women generally, are not as visually oriented as men. We enjoy porn less and erotic literature more, allowing our imaginations do the heavy lifting."

She managed to shoo them away and then continued. “It wasn’t just any ordinary book. It was a ledger. With all women’s names neatly written and crossed out with a bright red ink. At first I thought it was a long list of exes, but then I saw my name. Unlike the others it wasn’t crossed out.” I didn’t chime in, just waited patiently as she talked. “Adrian is a sick man jenna.” It came out more of a warning. “That book had all he thought about women. Angry, terrifying rants. Especially about successful ones. Women in class be called them. Women who dared to be ambitious.”

They all look down, afraid to upset her but in shock of her ability to separate from her wolf. All the many wolves behind her, all shift back in to humans to watch as the men before them go on their knees. The skies clear up and a full moon shines through the night from day, the light of the moon shining on the beautiful woman standing tall among men. "It's amazing how these books speak to you. We have to read them like normal people but you, they open up to you. To tell the story the way it actually happened." Dalia says as she places a cup of coffee on my nightstand.

“You can.” After studying for two hours, Reyna made a jottings of all she learned and then packed up her books. They had one more class before they were done for the day. After her classes, she wanted to get some equipments to start work at home. However, thinking of how she would need a car to take her home and how she didn’t even access to the house, she felt dispirited immediately. Her whole mind was occupied with those thoughts and didn’t even take note that someone had been watching her as she left the library.

She said she wrote the book to help other women avoid manipulative men like me. I watched one interview against my better judgment. The host asked Karen what she wanted readers to take away from her story. She said "I want women to know that powerful men will use you and discard you. That promises mean nothing when it's inconvenient. That I'm not the villain in this story. I'm a survivor."

“Few women do.” “Oh, they do. They’re just afraid to admit it. Yeah, equal pay for equal work and our bodies our selves and Gloria Steinem and all that jazz...but in that dusty dark little corner of every woman’s heart where we keep our maps of Tierra del Fuego lives the hunger to fetch a powerful man his slippers on her hands and knees.” Eleanor was pleased to see her words had a similar effect on Daniel as his did on her. His breath quickened just slightly as his hands deliberately stroked the leather binding of the book in his hand.

Esmeralda's POV Thoughts of a happy marital life flooded my mind but I was trapped in this mansion that had become my new prison. I found myself in a different world. The opulence that surrounds me is both captivating and overwhelming. My days were no longer filled with the hustle and bustle of the streets and how I would run errands for Aunty Martha. Instead, I am held captive in this gilded fortress. My every move is being watched by his ruthless men.

The baby ultimately died. The public was outraged. [I guess the mistress’ pet dog matters more than the poor mother and child to these brothers.] [I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t understand Austin and Aaron’s behavior.] [The brothers fell in love with the same woman. Their wives are the ones suffering.] [Kirsty claims to help strays while abusing them in secret. She’s one to screw with the wives and upset them into early labor. The bitch deserves to die.] [Kirsty is after married men, and not just one. She has her sights on a pair of brothers. She should be ashamed of herself.]