Three Women Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

They're soft, responsive, easier to shape, and easier to own. A slow exhale leaves me. Yes…..that’s why I chose women, and not because I'm a lesbian. I pick up my bag, then pause briefly, my mind flickering to my sisters. We are identical, not just in face… but in presence. Because our presence is always announced wherever we go. Three reflections of the same perfection. But even among us, I lead. I always have, and I always will. With that, I turn and walk out of the house.

“Your mate must be someone worthy of the title of Luna, like my daughter… not whatever that Valeria girl is.” “A witch and a werewolf.” A woman’s voice speaks from behind me. In the darkest corner, three women sit, unnoticed until now. They rise and step into the light, long dark dresses flowing, adorned with jewelry, charms, and crystals. Each is strikingly different. The tallest has a bald head and deep, dark skin. The one in the middle has long red hair, pale skin, and piercing dark eyes. The third has straight blond hair to her shoulders and light blue eyes that gleam in the dim glow.

She looks between the book in her hand and the three men behind me, a questioning glimmer in her gaze. “Hi! I just wanted to say I absolutely loved your book. It felt so real… so alive,” she gushes, casting a quick, curious glance at Demitri, Blake, and Lucas. Her eyes return to me, filled with a mix of awe and suspicion. “Are… are they your partners? I saw on social media that you’re dating three men.”

“But both are Nintendo, so the vibe here is still good” “How about books? Do you have a favorite?”, she asks. “Grapes of Wrath”, I answer and her shock over my answer doesn’t go unnoticed. “You”? “The Great Gatsby”, she says. Wow, that’s depressing! “So tragic”, I told her. “Speak for yourself”, she says, and we both laugh again because both books are probably equally depressing! “Favorite movie?” I asked her. “Love, Actually”, she says sadly. “Serious? Isn’t that a little before your time?” I said.

But would they help me protect Orion and seek revenge? I roamed around the library, picking out books from several different sections. A hefty stack was piled in one arm by the time I’d finished—for now—and I narrowed my selection down to three. No pleasure reading this time, I was on a mission. One was a text on abnormal supernatural biology. Another covered the mythology of chimeras, strange creatures featuring numerous animal and human parts. The last was a history of dark witches. After stashing the remaining books on a side table, I climbed back up to the third floor and eased into the hall. The corridor was empty and quiet except for… Was that music?

It's about testimony. Instead, I'm reading at the foundation. Thirty women. That's who's here. Thirty women who have survived something. Who have made it to the other side of something that tried to break them. Who understand that a book like this isn't entertainment. It's witness. It's proof that the thing that happened to you doesn't have to be the final word on who you are.

Adrian rushed towards the main hall; he heard my voice but seeing that I am not alone instead having three women he frowned and gave me a questioning look. I was looking them sternly and tore my gaze to look at him briefly, only to motion him to leave this place, but man, did he listen? No! Slowly came close to me and stood beside, glaring at those women. ‘Who are they?’ He asked again, the evil laughter of those witches was boiling my blood but recalling Caleb’s instruction to not get involve in fight with them alone restrained me, moreover, I was holding the book with one hand and not at any cost I was going to lose it.

“Andre thought maybe it had to do with an argument with Andros over the fact that you were alone in the office and that you two had sex.” “Well, he did. We worked it out so that’s not it. As for hearing Draven’s name, I’ve heard the name and nothing happened before.” “Wait, the women.” “You may have something there, Jon. It could be that they were not only here wanting to kill her, but here to take her to Draven. Someone working close to him like those two would trigger it.” “I think your right, Andre.” “So, do you know what, baby girl. Let’s take out the trash before breakfast. You coming Jon?” “I wouldn’t miss my little sister getting her revenge.” Andre takes us to the basement and as we