The Women Kristin Hannah Reviews の小説・ストーリー

She likes that. It's Christian Giannini's comment that boils Krystal's blood. 'The suit looks like a dollar store bought clothes. Keep them.' Krystal closes her eyes and exhales. "Don't explode. Don't explode," she whispers to herself. Christian Giannini really makes it hard for Krystal to find anything good in him.

"I was stunned to see how beautiful these women were. I didn't expect them to be rich too." "That's right. No wonder they seem different from other beautiful women. It's because they're well-to-do themselves. Just listen to them and you'll know that they don't really care for Drift Brennan." Drift could hear everything they said and was upset about it. "I'm a Brennan. Are you really sure this is what you want? I didn't make any request that crossed the line. All I want to know is your name." Drift looked at Hannah as his expression turned cold.

I fully understand how rude it was to eavesdrop on other people's stories, but Nolan's words were like magic that kept me stay here. “The one who changed is you. Look back at all the good deeds you've done? You instigated Sienna to be aggressive with Rosalynn at work and locked her in a closed room even though she was afraid of the dark? Is this still you? You're not like the Kristen I know.” My eyes opened wide in surprise, I turned around to look at a man and a woman arguing. Kristen frowned and shrugged, “I'm just saving you from your own delusions. Nolan Kingston, you must return to your rightful place, fall in love and marry a woman worthy of you. Not the type of cheap woman who sells h

Susan and Zach following, Krista approached the woman, her eyes widening when she saw her fat pussy gaping open, cum running from her thick lips, while the man fucking her was fucking her in the ass. "Would you mind if we joined you?" Krista asked, moving around to squat in front of her, her knees wide apart so that it was impossible to miss her pussy, her long inner lips hanging down. "Oh!" the woman gasped, lifting her head to look up at Krista's smiling face. "Please do. These young men are very accommodating," she said in a very upper-crust English accent. "I was telling my friends how brave that I thought you were," Krista said, getting on her hands and knees next to her, sighing when s

She has no desire to make amends with anyone. While gossiping, the students are now glancing at them. They're a bunch of Marites, to be certain. Tch! Is it possible for them to mind their own business? Cristine desires to remove their tongues. "Please, Cristine, don't," Hannah pleaded as she yanked Cristine's arm. Cristine wondered if Hannah would be so generous as to release those individuals. But, alas, she will not let it. She does not deserve to be mistreated in this manner. Kindness is out of fashion. It's not a good idea to be a martyr. Fight for your rights; you are allowed to do so.

It was making her uncomfortable. Feeling embarrassed, she stared at the door, cursing Richard Harris for almost taking advantage of her earlier. She was not that kind of woman! She was just a flirt, being attracted to handsome men wasn't a sign of being promiscuous. Like William, he was handsome, but she wasn't attracted to him because they were too familiar with each other. Hannah's moans grew louder, occasionally mixed with screams, making Roxana Nelson blush even more. Hannah had quite the courage, being able to scream so loudly. It was truly magnificent. The explicit images playing in Roxana's mind were beyond her control. She was both curious and slightly disdainful. Who said it had to

“They were beautiful. They invited me to their apartment. It took me three days to finish it, and when I was done, they paid me a bonus. They said I captured them perfectly.” “Were you… uncomfortable?” Kristen shook her head, her eyes distant. “Not even a little. They were sweet and tender. The way they touched each other, it didn’t feel performative. It felt real. And honestly… it made me curious.” Rachel nearly choked on her coffee. “Curious?” Kristen smiled and nudged her bare foot against Rachel’s ankle under the table. It wasn’t accidental. It lingered. “Yes. Very curious.” Rachel’s skin broke out in goosebumps. She couldn’t breathe.

“You seem like a very sincere girl.” Her smile widened. “That is why I came.” I frowned slightly. “Why?” Kristen stood and walked toward the window, looking outside as if gathering her thoughts. The evening light reflected off her polished hair, making her appear almost untouchable. “When a woman cares about a man,” she said softly, “she protects him. Even if it means stepping away.” My chest tightened. She turned to face me. “If you are being honest with yourself, perhaps resigning would save everyone unnecessary stress.”