Novel & Cerita The Women Reviews

I listened to his steps across the great room and out onto the deck. Sheri sighed and hitched her chair closer to the bed. "Something you'll learn in life, Quinn. They say women are the weaker sex, but it isn't true. Men ...most of them can't handle things like this. Watching life come into the world and watching it leave again ...that's up to the women." "Didn't Sally Field say something like that in Steel Magnolias?" I moved closer, too. "You know, she did. God, I cried every time I watched that movie. I'll never be able to see it again, I don't think."

I follow her and so does Dante. We arrive in a common area. There are sofas everywhere and a huge TV that mounts the chimney breast. With a huge roaring fire. Rugs line the floor. There are woman casually sitting and chatting. They all stop and turn their heads to look at us. The Mother’s Revenge only recruits women. They are a biker crew in their own rights, but these women are deadly and I shiver under their lustful stares. I feel naked as my hands instinctively cover my junk. “Rebel, ty kupila nam novyye igrushki?” (Rebel, you bought us new toys?) Rebel looks at the woman who is speaking and chuckles.

POV: Lyra The screen of my phone was still glowing with the image of my mother in her hospital bed, and I felt like the floor was tilting beneath my feet, but I had to shove the device into my pocket because the heavy double doors of the executive suite swung open without a warning. A woman walked in like she owned the entire building, her heels clicking with a sharp, arrogant rhythm that demanded attention, and she was holding the hand of a small girl who looked like a miniature version of the face I saw in my own mirror every morning.

more than just the W Series? "There is more..?" Jon took a small glance at Wild. "You didn't know? There is a lot more out there. All across the states and all across the world. It's more than just the W Series that's suffering. Elaine said that there were twenty-five other compounds out there with thousands of children like you." Wild's lips peeled back in a grimace. He'd been focused on saving his Series, his pack. He hadn't even thought about others. So many others, apparently. Jon and Elaine weren't saving hundreds of wolf hybrids. They were saving thousands of hybrids with various types of DNA in their genetic code. They were headed to one of these other facilities now. To one of the Se

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That caught her off guard. “I’m not sure I—” “You’re observant,” he interrupted gently. “You notice things other people don’t.” Her breath faltered. That was… not something he should know. Or say. She moved closer to the desk, careful to keep a respectful distance. Her eyes scanned the document—figures, notes, something about scheduling and allocations. Work. Safe ground. “I think this section is inconsistent,” she said after a moment, pointing lightly. “These numbers don’t match the previous report.”

"She's always hanging around the executive floor. What, hoping to climb into the CEO's bed while his wife's away? Please. As if a man like him would look twice at her." "I've heard she jumps from one man to the next. Clients, coworkers—it doesn't matter. She'll flirt with anyone. Trash like that deserves to be thrown out." I listened to every insult in silence. Then I looked past Vanessa, directly at Dylan Mercer. "Do you think that too?" Every head turned toward him. Their expressions were filled with pity and sympathy, as if he were the unfortunate husband who had uncovered his wife's betrayal. Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as

Maybe I just needed someone to hold me. “Don’t touch me, Maya,” he said, pushing me back. I blinked at him, dazed. “Bryan… I love you. I really love you.” “What is wrong with you?” he asked sharply. The woman stood up, crossing her arms. She looked at me like I was trash. “This your so called wife just drink my wige ,” the woman said with a smirk. “It was meant for me and you tonight. It had… something extra in it.” She laughed. “Looks like your wife is more desperate than I thought.”

“Christ! After all the ruckus of wanting to test it, it still looked better on the other lady?” “The waist—” “Isn't it too tight?” “If I was the one, I wouldn't come out of that room, let alone flaunt the dress in the presence of so many people.” “Yeah, right. The gown is clinging awkwardly at the wait, pulling slightly at the zipper.” “I wonder if she's blind to notice these details.” The murmurs grew louder, each one more unkind and brutally shameful than the last. Her smile faltered. Her shoulders stiffened as she stunned slightly, like maybe turning into a different angle would fix it.

She glared at Nath when she noticed that he kept giving her glances through the rearview mirror. “Spit it out,” she muttered in annoyance. “You’re worried about her.” Minah gave him a scornful look. “The last time I checked, there's a huge difference between worried and annoyed, Nathaniel.” Jay-Dee was a bully back in Bangkok. She bullied her back because she thought that she was really bitchy and a tough woman. But what Minah hated most was women who can't stand up for themselves. When will people like Julian go extinct? And when will women ever learn how to put up a fight and stand firm for themselves?