Woman From Mars Novels & Stories

Another wolf who spent years living empty, used as a tool, stripped of everything that made her human. But also another chance to prove healing works. Another conditioned wolf we can save. When Knox's team arrives at dawn with Elena, I'm waiting in the medical bay with Mara. The woman they escort inside looks exactly like what Celeste described from her own experience—mechanically perfect posture, empty expression, movements that are efficient but lack any spontaneous emotion. Mara steps forward. "Elena? It's me. It's Mara." Elena looks at her sister with polite blankness. "Hello, have we met?"

Pablo swallowed hard at the sight she was offering. “Mr. Mars, I need you to look at something,” she said, moving closer and crouching to his level. “I don’t think this nail color matches my outfit.” The sultry woman ran her hands along her neckline. “The color of my blouse doesn’t go, does it?” she added in a mock-innocent tone.

Robinson reminded him of the purpose of their visit, he asked one of his bodyguards for a nose mask and put it on before stepping inside. They found Mrs. Mars outside the house, busy doing laundry. As soon as she saw them, she paused her work and looked ready to flee inside out of fear of the bodyguards. “We are here for peace, Mrs. Mars,” Mr. Robinson quickly reassured her with a smile, trying to calm the anxious woman. She eventually relaxed and even invited them inside her house for the discussion, but Victor insisted they remain outside. “Mrs. Mars, I know you’re surprised that I know your name,” Mr. Robinson began, letting out a small laugh to help the woman feel more at ease.

Half of her big, round backside was sticking out. She wasn't wearing any pants; instead, she just had a little white thong with those sheer, skin-colored stockings over her long legs. The sight nearly made my nose bleed. It was breathtaking. I'd never been near a young woman this perfect my whole life. Even if she wouldn't let me do anything else, just letting me touch her for a moment would have added years to my life.

The neighborhood lay in ruins, with rubble and dust drifting in the air. I furrowed my brows, my OCD pushing me to walk away. Just then, a hunched, filthy woman came in my way. She was wrapped in a filthy down jacket, its original color long buried beneath layers of grime. She clutched a handful of empty plastic bottles, her eyes vacant and glassy. “M-Ms. Bray?” She spoke, her voice raspy and scratchy. I stopped in my tracks and looked at her from a distance. It took a while for me to scan her bloated and wrinkly face before I recognized her to be the once arrogant Little Miss Sunshine.

His surprise and excitement suddenly became worry as he watched somebody walking out from the flames, he stood there shocked as a man who Africans would describe as a white man walked out the flames completely naked, the flames engulfed his body but didn’t hurt his skin, he saw Uzor staring at him, he began walking towards Uzor as the flames on his skin began to quench into smoke, Uzor stood there, his feet planted to the earth by fear not knowing what to do… MARIA A beautiful brown skin woman, her face well modelled and feminine with a faintly rosy lips, she had dark shiny hair like strands lustrous glass and her beauty was wild and delightful. Maria was a gentle woman, wise and composed, s

They were both in a desperate situation of wishing Ariana to remain conscious and not pass on. Ariana gradually regains her senses fairly. Unwinding her eyes, met the two blurry faces that at first looked weird. She squealed. Panting and wrangling on the floor, she antagonized a leg of the medicine woman making her fall on her back. “I’m sorry for risking your life but you need to be an evacuee.” the medicine woman said groaning in pain that capsized her back. The mono-eyed woman gradually gathers herself and hands her a cup of gruel.

"I missed my adorable little sister, too." A lady walked in and stood beside Juan. "Hey, Marissa, right?" Glancing up at the woman in front of her, Marissa saw that she had golden-brown hair pulled back into a taut ponytail, gorgeous brown eyes hidden beneath a vintage cowboy hat, and loose black trousers that were paired with a brown short-sleeve shirt. Marissa's mind immediately labelled the woman as the enemy. Marissa brushed away her tears and pulled away from the hug. Narrowing her gaze, she studied the woman in front of her, feeling something strange about her.

Hence, I asked the woman kindly, "Did the HR department not pay you the compensation for firing you according to your employment contract?" The woman could only stammer in response. Tears began flowing down her cheeks at that moment. Soon, she was crying so hard that she could barely breathe. Amidst her sobs, she made sure to shout at me in a cutesy voice, "So what if you're rich?" With that, she ran away once again. I finally understood what was going on. That woman was another one of my many crazed admirers. She was purely acting out of the ordinary just to attract my attention.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Mago’s face darkened with a rage that chilled me to the bone. He grabbed my arm and slammed me against the wall. I gasped as the impact sent pain shooting through my shoulder. I felt trapped, his fury radiating off him like a storm. Before he could speak, the woman let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled her eyes. “Tch! What a drama,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t like to be involved in this ridiculous mess.” She tossed her hair and shot Mago an annoyed glance. “I came here for fun, not to get dragged into some pathetic soap opera.”