Virginia Woolf Novels & Stories

She was a slightly chubby woman in her seventies yet she preferred to be referred to as a Lady. Alex stepped out, leaving Violet alone. She felt somewhat optimistic that Violet would be alright but she feared Violet would develop self esteem issues because of her scars. So she decided to start searching for herbs that could cure her. Alex herself had basic education about medicine so it was alright for her to search for medicine.

There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. This book belonged to my mother. She loved Woolf's work. I want you to have it, because I think she would have liked you very much. Rest well. And know that you're safe here. Always. —D Tears blurred her vision as she picked up the book. First edition. Virginia Woolf. To the Lighthouse—her absolute favorite. How did he know? She'd never mentioned it. Had been so careful not to reveal too much about herself. But somehow, he knew.

When Eli saw Lin, she called him to sit beside her on a bench. Lin readily joined Eli who introduced him to the Irish poet who was also M.C of the event and the organizer of the event. The Irish poet extended his hand to Lin who shook his hands with him. Soon, the event opened and Lin saw some writers including Myanmar writers and foreign writers who would read some extracts from James Joyce’s works. For Lin, James Joyce's Dubliners always inspired Him. He really envied his literary genius. James Joyce wrote several books including this “Dubliners”, a collection of short stories. Once, Lin read “Araby” by James Joyce and he really liked it because its structure as a short story was remarkabl

A feather could've knocked Eleanor over right then and there. She finally understood what Florence had said to her at the polo field. Indeed, things had changed since the time she left England. But Eleanor did not expect that Violet Wintour, of all people, would succumb to a life of marriage with someone else. Once in a while, she came across headlines about the Duchess. Violet was notorious with her flings yet none of them indicated a committed love interest. It might sound so vain of her to feel this way, but while living her pretentious life, Eleanor had always nurtured a tiny hope that she would come back to find Violet still thinking about her, and that no one could replace what they ha

Taking a deep breath, she made a silent promise to herself that she would only satisfy her curiosity and wouldn't pry into Gerald's personal space any further. With a careful twist of the doorknob, Virginia entered the room, a sense of trepidation mingling with her determination. She glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings that held glimpses of Gerald's life. The room was adorned with timeless elegance, reflecting his refined taste. Her gaze landed on the wardrobe, its doors beckoning her to explore its secrets. Virginia couldn't resist the urge and approached it with cautious steps. She opened the wardrobe, revealing rows of perfectly aligned suits and shirts, each a testament t

Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home. Stepping out the door was Wade Roberto,"Daisy Hunter, remember it's twenty billion dollars." He muttered and blew kisses in the air and left the office. Daisy Hunter stared askance at him as her thoughts raced. 'Why did Wade Roberto choose me out of all the ladies at the office?' 'Why would he be offering such a huge amount of money for a two year marriage contract?' This and many more thoughts raced through the mind of Daisy Hunter as if she had stepped into a convoluted maze with no clear path forward.

I cut her off, feeling the pound of my heart. She looks at me, and her eyes fill with tears. "I read the book - All the bright places. That is not your story, Viola. You are not Finch, you are Violet, all the colours in full brightness, and it hurts so much that you can not see yourself how we see you." She quietly cries and I will very much like to blame her tears on the pregnancy and on not that I broke her heart. "You saved my life, Viola." She dries her tears with a tissue.