Novel & Cerita Three Women Book

Did the three of them want me? Realization dawned on me that the woman from earlier was their girlfriend and I could not compare to that at all. I felt sick and asked for the bathroom. Getting up I ran for it as tears fell. I was throwing up liquid and crying. I was barely able to eat at home so I filled up on water. That is all I threw up. A big hand rubbed my back as I hunched over the toilet puking and crying. These men don't need a damaged woman, they have a perfect one already. "easy baby we got you"

Inside, the fire crackled and the wine breathed and three women who'd been enemies and allies and something in between slept in the warmth. It wasn't the end. But it was the end of the beginning. --- End of Chapter 220

Then she covered her face with her pillow. “This is going to be a disaster.” Across the hallway, Nate stared at his phone. In another apartment, Ilyas did the same. Three people. Three hearts. And three different secrets. But secrets rarely stay secret forever.

“Look at this! Read the chat!” Isis stifled a laugh as Astrid read the messages aloud. “Oh, my poor husband,” Astrid said, patting Donnovan’s cheek. “Don’t mind them. They’re just joking. You know your friends.” Then she looked at Isis. “There are three kinds of women, and it depends on who she is. First, the wild woman who will kiss you if you lick her neck. Second, the in-between woman who would punch you or run away. Third, the innocent woman who would blush.”

It was no doubt the laughter of women, and they were approaching the spring, evident by how much louder it grew. Three women emerged from behind the trees, each wrapped with clothes. They all paused as they reached the banks of the water, their collective gaze on me. The laughter died down immediately. Twenty seconds of awkward silence was all it took to observe the three of them. The one on the right was petite and had long and curly brown hair with matching oval eyes. The one on the left was a bit taller and had strangely purple hair with grey eyes. She had a bit more meat in her thighs than the brunette; otherwise, she was just as petite. The one in the middle was the tallest and the curv

"My name is Amara." Behind her walk two more women. They look almost identical. All three possess white-blonde hair that falls almost to their waists. The same sapphire eyes. The same graceful movements. Yet each carries herself differently. One has a playful smile dancing across her lips. The other watches me with complete indifference. "I'm Sara." The playful one waves. "And I'm Elara." The last woman simply nods. I narrow my eyes. "What do you want? Why did you bring us here."

“And the women who came after her? The maids? I remember one… Vivian, wasn’t it? She was a palace maid, as I recall. He was… quite fond of her.” Damien’s eyes flickered with a sudden, dark memory. “Vivian. A different sort of woman. Not like the others. Not a lover, not really. More like… a project. Always in the old library with the Alpha, always whispering. Then… she just disappeared. Locked away, they said.”

Strange woman Mr. I already told you I'm not wendy, Wendy replied calmly, I think it's just a Case of mistaken identity, so I suggest you just leave and leave me the heck alone, she said, giving Harry a stern look. what the f**k are you trying to do Wendy! Harry flamed up, he was done being calm, he would have to give her a piece of his mind, He stood in front of Wendy who was already feeling embarrassed, Are you f**king playing games with me? he said

We were five women and three men altogether. None of the passengers looked remarkable in any way and that was fine with me. They were probably hustlers travelling to the east with hopes of finding work in the Lycan territory. I wondered what drew everyone there these days. The ride was silent until the woman beside me spoke to me. She was sitting very close to me and her mouth was practically in my ear. I was already dozing but her voice brought me back to reality. “What?” I asked her sleepily. I rubbed my eyes and stifled a yawn.

She seduced Troy, got pregnant with his child, then orchestrated a chance encounter with Dorian, staging the perfect setup to marry upward while carrying someone else’s baby. The child was nothing more than a ticking bomb, meant to destroy both the Vantors and my life. As for Troy? He simply watched from the sidelines, then took advantage of the chaos to launch a hostile takeover of the Vantor Group. She thought she was in control, but she was nothing more than a disposable piece on someone else’s board. In court, when she heard his testimony, Summer completely lost it, screaming like a madwoman, cursing everyone who had betrayed her.