Widow Novels & Stories

Now, here I was, offering him the very thing he had wanted, but he was gone. "Pull yourself together," my inner wolf growled, a voice of raw instinct cutting through the panic. My life felt like an endless cycle of suffering. This marriage had been a means to an end for Eveline, a cruel way for her to secure her own happiness with Alpha Jerry. The thought of my sister's malicious smile made me shake and sweat. "Eveline will burn me alive," I thought, the terror of her wrath eclipsing even my grief.

The reflex of four heads turned in the direction where Ignazio was now with his male cousins. "Why him?" Falisha asked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, come on, he's a worrisome bachelor too," Francisca replied with a melancholic expression. "Oh God, Ef. He's a widower, not a bachelor," Sara chuckled mockingly. Falisha nodded in agreement. "Exactly, he's even more worrying," Francisca lamented louder. "He can't live alone forever, can he? Regardless, he's a normal man. He surely needs a wife to accompany him every night." Francisca innocently said, making her two cousins laugh.

“Her husband was found with two bullets in his chest and one mistress in his bed.” “Ciara,” she gestured to the woman seated next to Harper. “Her husband drowned in the swimming pool in their home, although he’s a good swimmer.” “And last but not the least, Evelyn. Her husband disappeared. They never found his body. Just his wedding ring… in their garden.” None of them smiled. “Let me be clear,” Celeste said, turning back to her. “By accepting my invitation, you’ve accepted the rules of the Widow’s Club. There’s no application or initiation. Your grief is your entry.”

Jocelyn I stared back at the reflection in the mirror, gazing at the beautiful woman I saw looking back at me. My hair was pulled into a tight ponytail at the top of my head, long locks of natural blond hair curled just right hanging around my shoulders. A few strands were strategically pulled out, framing my face. My sky-blue eyes seemed more lively tonight than they had been recently. I had put more care into my make-up and could see the instant difference it made. Gone was the stone-faced businesswoman. In her place stood the shadow of the woman I once was before I became a widow. A woman who was once carefree and knew exactly what she wanted out of life. A

“Thomas, did you know why I agreed to hold the wedding with Alex? That’s because you’ve always been a pushover like you are now! You never act like a man! You always chose to back off during work and has never surpassed Alex! Even after work you act the same way. You never dared to anger me and even took the initiative to move out of your own house! You’re just a coward!” Before she could finish speaking, a lazy woman’s voice sounded at the door. “Thomas, are you done packing yet? The MPV’s still waiting outside!”

They couldn’t know how she felt, what she and her husband had shared, or what remained now that he was gone. The only things left of Damon Sharpe, other than the ring she wore and his still form in that casket, were inside of her and inside that house they had shared, though its contents had become almost worthless to her. The house might as well be empty. In a way, it was. “Anne,” a soft voice said to her from nearby, “if there is anything I can do, please let me know.” Anne turned and fixed the brown-haired woman in the gray dress with a flat stare. The woman swallowed, taking a step back.

I reached up and touched my chin; it was still warm where he had pinched it. This road to widowhood seemed far more difficult than I had expected.

I look at the door expecting for my wife’s presence. A few minutes later I felt Jana hold my hand. I looked at her way. My eyes widen when I saw her crying. "Jana why are you crying?" I asked worriedly. "I'm sorry Maru! I'm sorry!" She sobbed. I frowned. "For what?" “If its not because of me, we will not meet an accident.” She said while sobbing. I messed up her hair. "Its okay Jana I understand. But where is my wife?"

Thomas pulls some papers out of the folder, “I have the contract here. As you can see, Maxwell signed his. The contract explains that in the case of abuse or infidelity that you are allowed to file without penalties. In two years, if you have no feelings for my son, you are welcome to divorce him without penalties and I will continue to fund your father’s care. If you divorce him before the two-year mark, then you pay back everything that was invested plus penalty fees. You won’t be entitled to any assets until five years of marriage. If he files for divorce before the two years, then you are not liable.” My mind is racing with different thoughts. I pick up the contract and begin to scan thr

No man has ever managed to awaken the passionate side of me again. I just hope that when I’m old and gray, my daughter will finally forgive me. She’s the only one I have left, and I couldn’t even attend her wedding because I wasn’t invited. From what I know, she’s been married for almost a year now. I wonder how she’s doing. Is she pregnant already? I’d be so happy if she were. I turned my head when I heard someone greet me. It was one of my neighbors. I waved back and greeted her, too. She’s also a widow like me and lives alone. Actually, all of us living in this small area are widows, and our neighbors call our block the “

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