Virginia Woolfe Novels & Stories

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.

Have you ever seen the movie “The Hours?” At the beginning of that movie, Nichole Kidman reenactes the suicide of Virginia Woolf, who killed herself in 1941 by filling her pockets with rocks and walking into a river. I can’t imagine what that must be like, to weigh yourself down so much that you can’t possibly float back up again. Of course, I suppose a person could empty their pockets quickly, but she was clearly resolved to end a life she didn’t quite understand.

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

1 year later After Melissa's death, nothing was remotely fine at the Williams mansion. The entire household was consumed by a pervasive sense of gloom and despair. The once-happy family members had all but forgotten how to smile, eat dinner together, or even engage in basic conversation. Shina and Linda were so utterly heartbroken that their smiles had withered away, and they were now solely focused on their studies. Michelle, on the other hand, was completely devastated by the loss of her dear friend. She would cry herself to sleep every night, tormented by the knowledge that her mother's cruelty had played a significant role in Melissa's untimely demise. Despite her overwhelming grief, Mic

Alfred's POV “How dare she hit me?” I muttered as I slammed my hands on the desk furiously. In my 25 years of living, no one has ever raised their hands to me… not even my parents. Where did this deranged woman come from? Oh no! I cannot take this lying down whatsoever. I am going to teach her a very good lesson that she would not forget in a hurry. But first of all, who was she? First she was at my house and now she was at my work? If she was a stalker then she should be worshipping the ground I walk on… her violent attitude confused me.

Somewhere above, the pack went about their lives, unaware that in this hole, their Alpha was trying to extract something from a woman who had nothing left to give. "I don't believe you," he said finally. Something stirred in my chest. Something small and fierce and utterly defiant. Move, I commanded my body. Move. Show him. Prove him wrong. My muscles screamed in protest. My bones felt like they were grinding together. The wolfsbane dragged at every thought, every impulse, every desperate attempt to rise. And when our eyes met, I saw it. That flicker. That recognition. That sense of being seen that I had once treasured and now despised.

She looked like someone pretending to have control. A soft knock pulled her attention to the sitting area just off her bedroom. “Can I come in?” Yes,sure. Genevieve stepped in, holding a tray with a glass of orange juice and a covered plate. “Good morning, Mrs. Wolfe,” she said with a slight nod. “Breakfast. Mr. Wolfe insisted.” “And hope you like the cloth,Mr Wolfe had ordered me to pick it out for you.” Elara’s lips parted, but no words came. She simply nodded, murmuring, “Thank you” and yes I love it.But how'd you know my clothes size?

All of it, gone. And she walked out untouched, the fire parting around her like she was immune to heat itself. The camera had melted after that, the footage ending in static and distortion. I leaned back in my chair, hands shaking slightly as I replayed the video for the third time. She'd found my research. I knew I'd been studying her. I knew I'd been at Kelly's facility, watching through observation windows while she screamed. She knew everything. And she was coming. My office felt suddenly too small, too confined. The walls pressed in, covered with maps and diagrams and notes about Ghost Wolf physiology. Years of work, all leading to this moment. All building toward the plan that would ei

Violet said as she smiles and slightly bows down to them after introducing herself. “Nice to meet you, you’re very adorable,” Rea said as she smiles welcomingly before ruffling Violet’s hair. Violet giggled and walked towards the table without paying her messy hair any mind. Jin, however, notices her messy hair and without thinking, he combed her hair using his fingers, trying to untangle her hair. Violet didn’t say anything, staying still for Jin to fix her raven black hair that was messy due to sleeping on the dirt and Rea adding to it by ruffling her hair.