The Women Reviews Novels & Stories

The woman who laughed despite carrying heartbreak. The woman who smiled despite everything she had lost. The woman who was stronger than she realized. “You know,” Kyle said casually, “Maria told me you’re impossible to work with when you’re stressed.” Irina gasped. “She said what?” Kyle nodded seriously. “Apparently you reorganize your desk three times.” “I do not.” “You absolutely do.” “I need a new assistant.” Kyle laughed. And once again, she found herself smiling. It was ridiculous how easy it felt. Dangerous.

I smiled widely to give them my assurance. "She's a spoiled brat," Zaya commented "No, a wicked witch!" Cheney exclaimed, taking her glasses off to stare at me only to put it back again. "Evil is the right word to describe her!" Reena bluntly said to me. I gulped, maybe they just had the wrong impression of her? Alessandra is very sweet and loving, I never saw her turn violent. "Are you sure about that?" I asked her in disbelief. She turned her head from side to side and lastly to my face.

"She's right. There is no greater virtue than saving a life." "Exactly. What kind of grudge could matter more than a life? They've already gone on their knees." A middle-aged woman holding a thermos stood near the front of the crowd and jerked her chin toward my door. "I heard about it yesterday. That girl looked pretty kind at first glance. Who would've thought her heart would be this cold?" Someone beside her immediately agreed. "Right? Her husband is at death's door, and she's lying in there pretending to be sick. I heard she's refusing on purpose."

Half of her big, round backside was sticking out. She wasn't wearing any pants; instead, she just had a little white thong with those sheer, skin-colored stockings over her long legs. The sight nearly made my nose bleed. It was breathtaking. I'd never been near a young woman this perfect my whole life. Even if she wouldn't let me do anything else, just letting me touch her for a moment would have added years to my life.

His face was inches from hers, his breath sharp with alcohol and something far colder as he hissed, "Who gave you permission to touch Amelia's things?" Martina choked, tears streaming down. "I-I was just trying to help... She's gone, Roberto. You need someone..." "There'll only be one lady of the Bertelli family, even if she's dead," Roberto hissed slowly, tightening his grip. He released her, and Martina collapsed to the floor, coughing violently. Roberto turned away, his voice flat. "Someone get in here and escort Ms. Pelosi out. As of today, she's not permitted to set foot on this property again."

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.

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.

Catherine laughed. Eliza glanced at Catherine and continued Catherine’s sentence. “Guys always go weak easily at the sight of women’s tears. However, as a woman, a female judge won’t go soft-hearted. On the contrary, she’ll feel more repulsive toward women who like to use crying to gain sympathy. If you don’t believe it, look around. Among the audience, most of the people who have gone soft-hearted at Sarah’s words are men. Most women scoff at it.” Freya glanced left and right. “I realize you two have quite good chemistry.”

“I can’t talk about them.” “Let’s talk about the rumors, then… We touched on them the last time you were here,” Ms Grace leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. “I have heard the rumors. They are very… harsh, and, as rumors often are, very one-sided. It always seems that rumors of this nature judge women by a different criteria than men, don’t you think?”

, Amelia burst out in anger. “Now that I’m out of that hell hole house and have mentally snapped out of the abusive marriage, I too cannot fathom how I tolerated him for so long. Maybe it’s a lack of self worth fuelled by constant criticism about my looks which made me suffer blame and abuse everyday. Many women like me who are not pretty, continue in abusive relationships thinking that they do not deserve the handsome men they have as husbands, and these abusive husbands exploit the vulnerabilities of people like us for their personal gain”, Sarah said sadly.