Woman Things Novels & Stories

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.

Her hands are folded neatly in her lap, knuckles pale, gaze fixed somewhere far away, as if she learned long ago how to disappear while still breathing. The woman being punished does not even belong to this pack. Most of them don’t, but punishments like this are common. Too common. Alphas from other packs bring their women here when discipline becomes inconvenient and they don't want blood on their own grounds. When the punishment needs to be seen. When fear must be taught publicly. The royal clearing exists for this exact purpose. This way, no one has to feel guilty. In our world, women are not people. We are wombs with legs. Hands meant for scrubbing floors raw, for cleaning blood we did n

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.

“Whoever I used to be I can’t be that person anymore.” “Did Michael do this to you?” Ruby squatted in front of the woman, her arms still cuffed behind her back. “I swear my patience with that man has run out.” “I don’t know who that is,” the woman said, frowning gently. “But yes, there was a man and a woman. Do you know them?” “A woman?” “Yeah. You know the type you see on I*******m reels? Big boobs, fake lips, and a whole bunch of needless attitudes.”

" With that, Ashton left. Not long after, before Victoria or Wendy could speak, a group of women arrived. They were all relatively young except for the one in front, who had heavy makeup and was elegantly dressed. The other women appeared to have experienced significant hardships. They also exuded an indescribable sense of weariness. Their eyes, in particular, were dull and lifeless. It was as if they were walking puppets. "Oh my! This is quite something! I've never seen such a beautiful girl in my life," the woman in front commented. "Now that you're here, you must behave. Look at how delicate you are. You mustn't hurt yourself, okay? Go freshen up and change into something nice!"

I nodded and said slowly, “How exactly does a woman harass another woman?” The entire room fell dead silent. Even Drake was stunned. “What did you say?!” Fiona looked like she had just heard the greatest joke ever told. “You mean you’re a woman? Hah! If you’re a woman, I’m President Trump!” The crowd under the stage burst into laughter. “Has he lost his mind?” “He’s ditching his own gender just to get out of trouble!” “This is killing me! With how he looks, he still has the nerve to claim to be a woman!”

She was a pretty thing but she looked at me like I was dead meat. "Hello, I'm Alpha Thomas. What is your name?" "Like it's any of your business but it's Sarah." she said with a flip of her hair. I ignored her and walked on. I felt her eyes on me as I walked away and tried not to tense from it. She was studying me just like Minerva. These women in this packhouse was flooring me in every way, like they were judging me.

Instead, I find a wet, cold room, large but cluttered with rusty dank cages. In each cage are women of all nationalities, some fae, some lycan or were, and even a few humans among the mix. All of them looked scared shitless and worn for wear. I can only imagine the shit they had been through after what I endured upon getting to this hellhole, wherever in blazes it is. There are several women out of cages, looking better off even though they still look terrified. Most of the free women are cuddled in a corner on top of a stained mattress, but two women are hovering over me, worry on their faces instead of fear.

The woman replies making me pause. “ So the…people down there…they were all werewolves? ” I ask. Bile rises in my throat. Their smiling faces almost seemed humane. “ No. ” The woman’s answer startles me. I glance at her and she turns around, a pair of jeans and a woman’s shirt in her hand. I take a long look at the pink shirt in her hands and look up again. “ Then? ” I choke. “ They were humans and werewolves. Witches and elves. Oracles and everything. ” she answers mischievously.

Sitting on a chair, along with a glass of wine in her hand. She looked out of place. She looked different but that wasn't what I was thinking as I started walking towards her, pushing away the crowd of people. I could only see her. My Woman. Mine!