Widow Novels & Stories

The so-called salvation was Luigi keeping a helpless pawn for his amusement. Tears welled up in my eyes as rage filled my chest. I walked over to the safe and locked the document inside. The Isabella who had once been weak and hungry for love was locked away with it. Walking over to the mirror, I stared at the pale woman in the reflection. I lifted the corners of my mouth, adjusting the angle a few times until the smile was perfect but devoid of warmth. Since he said one could only be a widow in the Conti family, I'd follow that rule. He would live while watching himself lose everything slowly.

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

His expression darkened as he glared at me. My father spoke up first. “Nancy, is this how we raised you? “Anna is an orphan. Even her husband passed away three years ago. How could you be so cruel?” Likewise, my mother looked at me with open reproach. “Being a widow already invites gossip. Are you doing this on purpose?”

- [Celeste Johnson] Celeste Johnson still wore her wedding ring and used her late husband’s last name. Losing her husband had been a devastating blow—not just because she had lost her partner, but also because she’d lost their unborn child. At 35 years old, she was a widow living alone with her elderly cat, which had originally belonged to her husband. She resided in a small apartment, just the right size for a woman and her pet. Neither she nor her late husband came from wealthy families or had a storied background. Her life wouldn’t suddenly change with the discovery of a rich grandparent or long-lost uncle. She was simply Celeste Johnson.

It was more like a digital gravestone… “Erased by Widow.” The realization was more than a punch to the gut. This was no simple rivalry. This was a war against us, over very own legacy. The Widow wasn't just trying to conquer Vanguard; she was attempting to completely erase Lucian’s past, destroy my future, and delete her own son’s origins. It was a form of total extinction from the universe.

"But, if you can get a single person, why choose a widow?" "Why does it matter?" Zendaya asked somewhat annoyed. "Besides, whether single or widowed, there's no difference. Moreover, it's really pitiful just because someone is a widow, then they're discriminated against. Suppose the widow is one of your children here, then when they want to find a new partner but are treated like earlier, would you accept it?" The woman who had been asking was suddenly silent. No longer debating Zendaya's pointed explanation. "Oh my God, Zendaya. There's no need to defend so much."

Ernest exhaled a cloud of smoke and laughed heartily. "Kid, you're still young. There are things in life you just can't appreciate yet." He leaned back, smirking. "I'm feeling generous today, so I'll share a little wisdom with you—listen up. Women are best when fresh and youthful but being too young isn't ideal either. Aside from being fresh, there's another factor—experience. A widow like Natasha? She's got both. Her skin is smoother than an 18-year-old's, and let's not even start on the experience she brings. Trust me, a widow like her is a rare gem, an absolute treasure!"

Fordham? Chloe's face flashed across Olivia's mind. She suppressed the bitterness welling up in her throat. "I don't have any family. Are friends okay?" "It would be best if it's a direct relative or a lover. You're married, right? What about your husband?" "I'm divorced." "Then—" Olivia interrupted coldly, "I don't have an ex-husband. I'm a widow." Dr. Scott touched his nose awkwardly. "I'm sorry for bringing up a hard past."

"You've always been thinking about me, especially after Papa's gone. Can I ask you a question?" "Yes, dear. Why?" "You don't want to get married again?" Amanda was now staring intently at the eyes of her mother. Instead of answering her question, Tiara laughed. "Why do you even ask that?" "You're still beautiful. Still young too." There was a pause for a few seconds after that sentence was said. Amanda was still waiting for a voice from Tiara. Until then a gentle stroke on the arm became the beginning of their longer conversation. "Women are strong. Our people can live without needing the presence of a man. It is proven that most widows can live longer even th

The first widow Adrian met couldn't have been older than thirty. She held the hand of a small child while standing beside her husband's grave. When Adrian approached, she looked at him quietly. "My husband believed in you." The words struck harder than any accusation. Adrian lowered his head. "I'm sorry." The woman smiled sadly. "Don't apologize." She looked toward the grave. "He died believing he was protecting something worth building." Her eyes met Adrian's. "Make sure he was right." Adrian felt tears gathering again. "I will." His voice shook.