Widow Of The South Book Novels & Stories

The homeless person averted her gaze a little, then nodded. “Yes.” The woman also had a slight sympathetic expression on her face. “It’s really pitiful for a woman to be homeless and wandering outside. There are so many things in the world that are unfair to women.” After pausing a little, she said, “This girl was initially quite happy. I heard that she married the wealthiest man in South City. This is the most high-end neighborhood in South City. The family of three was very happy, but it so happened that they encountered this incident.”

The Widow’s Pact Intro; After the suspicious death of her much older husband a wealthy, controlling arms dealer Naomi Seraphine finds herself the target of both the government and the underground empire he once ruled. But when his cold, brutal protégé Cassian Drevko arrives at her doorstep with a quiet warning and a contract everything changes. She thought she’d escaped. But she didn’t just marry into power… She married into a blood-bound pact. Now she must submit to the one man her husband feared a ruthless enforcer with a past as secret as hers. A man who claims she owes him her loyalty and her body.

Adaeze commanded. Sarka. The Widow had a name. It sounded like the snapping of a dry twig. "The Librarian of the Ruined Temple," the Widow hissed, her faceless obsidian head tilting. "You have grown old in your cave, Adaeze. You still cling to the Moon as if she hasn't already turned her back on us." "The Moon doesn't turn," Adaeze replied, her voice like granite. "Wolves just forget how to look up."

A woman, a neighbor of Hana who has long been envious of Hana, gapes when she sees Jayden in the yard busy cleaning. "Who is that man? How come he can be at Hana's house? Cihhh, itchy widow! It just seems so kind and sweet, you know you keep men at home secretly." the woman grinned with satisfaction because it seemed to find a way. She really hated Hana. Because her husband often glanced at Hana secretly. Not only her husband, most men, both single and married, are always attracted to young widows and make them gossip. Somehow in the beginning, the status of a widow in this country always got a bad reputation and became an object of ridicule. used as a betting tool, even used as a sexual fan

Later she'll come back later with Pete. But he grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her back around. It was obvious from the look in his eyes that he blamed her for his wife's death. She tried pulling her arm away, tried to leave once again, her heart broken into a million little pieces. "Where the fuck are you going?" He growled the words before dragging her back into the room and slamming the door shut. *** On the other side of town the widows Connors and Ivory were sitting on the former's front porch enjoying the nice glass of lemonade heavily dosed with their favorite bourbon.

And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break. Emelia curled tighter into the armchair, her body trembling. She thought of her wedding day, of the Reverend’s booming voice as he declared their vows. She thought of the accident that had brought her into this family, and of the man who had rescued her from the ruins of her old life. Now he was asking her to ruin herself in return.

she smiles weakly, and nods, “It’s just that, I’m a widow. I had my husband and my child. Then he died, and she died, and all I have left is my sister, and her granddaughter. Not that I begrudge them, but they wouldn’t warm my bed the way I’d like.” Chick hums and narrows their eyes at her, “Rosie, are you saying you’d like to find a man to share the nights with?” Rosie looks at them carefully, and purses her lips,

He reminds her of their shared memories, he whispers words of love and devotion that has woven the tapestry of their lives together. “Do you remember the time when our little Nora was born? The first time I saw her, she remained cuddled in your arms…and when I first held her, she started to cry.” a faint smile appears on the corner of her lips and he chuckles lightly as he sniffles, trying to hold back his tears. Henry holds her hand high, bringing it closer to his face as he starts to kiss them gently. With a single tear that rolls down his eyes, he quickly manages to wipe it away before his wife opens his eyes and take a look at it. Once her hand falls on the bed, her eyes remains closed a

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.

Her fingers lift to my chin, tilting my face slightly like I’m something she’s inspecting. I stiffen instantly. “Look at you,” she murmurs softly. “All grown… and scheming. Doing things your own way,chasing your dreams” My jaw tightens under her touch. “Get to the point, Chloe,” I say coldly. She hums, ignoring my tone. “Alright then… brother.” Her gaze sharpens.“I’m here to ask about the little widow.” “And what about her?” I ask, my voice edged. She exhales slowly. “She really is his old lady. The lawyer confirmed it a few days ago—we can’t touch anything unless she allows it, I still can't believe Warrick did that to us.”