Woman Reading Novels & Stories

Gabriela We jump apart, spinning around to face the voice. A woman, human, stands just at the water's edge. Her gray, wiry hair is tied up tightly on top of her head, and prominent wrinkles indent her tanned skin. She's wearing loose-fitting pants and an oversized jean jacket that has grease stains all over the front of it. "We're just swimming," Rose says, gesturing around us. The woman eyes us warily, shifting on her feet just enough to touch something out of view behind her back. "This is private property."

"Good work." "Thank you." "You have more in you." "I know." "Don't waste it." "I won't." A woman walked up to me. She was older. Gray hair. Kind eyes. She was wearing a blue dress and holding a glass of wine. "Are you the artist?" she asked. "Yes." "Your work is beautiful." "Thank you." "The woman in the paintings... who is she?" I looked at the nearest canvas. The woman was standing in a field. Looking at me.

A huge woman in a pink skirt and low-cut crop top, wearing heavy makeup, walked in. That look nothing like a woman. *Wait... is that a man?*

He nodded to two men pressed against the walls and almost hidden by the blinding lights. “Addison White,” an older woman with unapologetic grey hair was seated on one of the armchairs, a tablet on her lap and her phone in her hand. “Excuse me if I don’t try to shake your hand. There is too much,” she gestured to the floor. “For me to trip on.”

Julia I turn to face the woman and for a moment I am thrown. The woman looks to be in her late 40s and she is absolutely beautiful. She has red hair pulled back in a bun and bright green eyes, she has a beautiful dress on but her clothes along with her jewelry scream money. However, she works in a charity shop, so there could be more to it.

“I’m here.” Zayn’s gentle voice instantly sounded. At the same time, he also saw the howling woman. The woman was probably in her fifties and seemed to be about the same age as Gloria. Her face was wrinkled, and her hair was both black and white in color. The woman’s clothes were ragged, her hair was in clumps, and her face was so dirty that whether her hair was black or white could not be clearly distinguished. “What do you want to see me for?” At a glance, Zayn thought that this middle-aged woman was mentally ill, but even when dealing with a mentally unstable person, he still had a sense of respect and patience.

Could he be my mate? ************************* In a dark room more like a dungeon, a woman is on a chair facing the window. At first thought, one might think she's a stature but when one focus on her breathing then you'll know that she's a human. She seems to be lost in her own world not speaking to anyone, some times, she occasionally asks for the time that's all.

That simple but alluring woman he saw at the cafeteria who was watching porn, in day light. What is she doing in the middle of the crowd? Randall was so confused he approached the woman who was all out smiling while a large group of women, holding books were so ecstatic to see her. Some were patiently waiting for their turn to approach the woman. Curiosity kills him big time, he approached at the crowd. The woman was behind the long table clothed in white together with other entities he doesn’t know who. He was about to walk near the table to ask what is going on, when a young lady block his way.

Here, the woman is happy as a sangirl to this guy who has saved her. At this time, they go to the room where they make a pleasure. Here, Brown is out of mind to this woman. Thus, he would not allow her to be engaged with another guy. Without knowing, this woman has a lot of men who are still taking their hat off on her even if, her profession is prostitution.

"GOOD evening, ma'am! Welcome back!" A woman in her early forties stepped out of a luxury car and smiled at the elderly man who greeted her. She took a deep breath and looked around the mansion in front of her. It was grand and screamed wealth and elegance. It looked like a royal palace that could capture anyone's attention—intimidating yet astonishing. It was larger than life but definitely appropriate for a woman like her. It was exactly the kind of place where she could show everyone her power and dominance.