Woman Library Novels & Stories

No matter what. “Sure liar,” the woman said to her with a light chuckle. Her grey eyes took a quick look at her. She said to Mavis, “You are a dark witch, everyone knows that for a witch their hands are the key to their life. Yet the alpha of your pack snapped your arms and tore them apart from your body. Do you still claim that you did nothing wrong?” Saying this the woman left the prison, behind her she left a loaf of bread which was dried and stale along with a glass of water.

“No, Max. Let him finish.” She faced the reporter head-on, spine straight. “You want a headline? Here it is: a woman’s worth isn’t measured by her womb. And if you think it is, you’re not just cruel—you’re outdated and no I’m not barren.” The crowd erupted into applause. Maxwell pulled her close. Kissed her temple. I clenched my fists. They were stronger than before. But the cracks were there. And now… the world had noticed. Let the games continue.

Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as if I were beneath him. "What right do you have to stay here?" His tone was icy. "Every dollar this company makes is from people working themselves to the brink, except you. You rely on your looks and body to secure deals. It's pathetic." He laughed bitterly. "We've been married all these years, and somehow I never realized what kind of woman you really are." Then, he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slapped them in front of my face. The pictures spilled across the floor, showing me with various men—walking beside them or drinking together.

Realizing I wouldn't budge, his tone sharpened as he tried to persuade me again. "If you won't answer it, I will!" I pushed his hands away and made a move to get out of bed to head for the door. Yet, he abruptly seized me, attempting to forcefully shove me into the bathroom. I tried to break free from his hold, but the difference in strength between us was overwhelming. As he was about to force me inside, the front door was kicked open from the outside. The very next second, a young woman in a white dress stormed in with several netizens, who were holding up their phones and livestreaming everything. The young woman was the original poster herself, a third-year medical student named Elowen J

He was such a thorn in my flesh, I sighed deeply and raised my middle finger at him. " That would never happen " and I walked away. A good day to check out the library once again and a good time to remind myself to never fall in love. Women are just a plaything and they would stay that way. I stuffed myself into my jacket, wore a cap and walked out the door. .... There she was with a mask, walking into the left wing. I ignored the receptionist who was busy swooning to get my attention, and proceeded to catch up with her.

I sent her with a report to tell the woman he had gone to the office, but she returned, saying she knew and would like to see his wife. "Do you know this woman?" I asked the maid, but she shrugged. I wished Myra was here. She had gone on a little trip to see her mom. Maybe she would have known the woman. I just asked the maid to let her in. At least the house was secure, and no dangerous person would come through it. A few minutes later, a middle-aged woman—very beautiful, with long wavy hair that stopped at her waist and stunning blue eyes—walked into the room. She wore a white jumpsuit and, despite her age range, had a model-like figure.

Now that Chantelle was working under him, Derek would have less reasons to come back home. A tear slid down her face, she was losing him to her right before her eyes and there was nothing she could do. Wiping away her tears, she stepped into the shower, “Get it together Leah,” she whispered to herself, took a quick bath, and changed into something comfortable for the night. **** The door swung open and Valerie walked in. She had always been Leah’s doctor and good friend since she got married to Derek. “How are you doing today, Leah?” She asked with a soft smile, approaching her.

“Thirty-five dollars! I just wanted to do something, just one thing that wasn’t yours!” She swung the bat again, glass crunching under her heels. “I am your wife!” she screamed, her voice breaking with every word. “Not your servant, not your toy, not some thing you can press against your desk and…” Her gaze snapped to the mahogany desk. Slowly, she walked toward it, tears streaking her face, rage shaking through her body. Knight’s eyes followed her, still silent, still unreadable. Genesis raised the bat, her voice low, shaking. “You pressed me against this table…” she said, choking out a laugh that sounded like a sob. “And said I came here to get fucked.”

Apart from Emily Quest, this was the woman she wanted to beat up the most. “Without an entrance ticket, aren’t you here for the exact reason I said you were? I really feel sorry for your handsome husband. He got married to a sl*t like you who would go after rich men,” Mary continued to speak. She felt certain in her heart that her thoughts were true. Otherwise, why would Xyla be here? Moreover, women were capable of doing anything to seduce men for power and money. Never mind waiting at the entrance to a place like this. Some women were capable of even more extreme things.

Larissa patted her at the back. The lecturer walked in after some moments as the noise in the hall room died down. He started teaching immediately, passing the necessary information that was needed to them before a student rushed into the room, heavily panting. “Stop! What do you want!” The man yelled out. “I was asked..” “Don’t worry. I can get her myself.” An old woman walked in with a stick in her right arm. Everyone attention turned to the woman who does not look like she made a mistake walking in. She was in a loose yellow shirt and matched it up with a black jeans. Some necklace hung around her neck freely as her glass sat heavily in her face.