Woman You Are Wanted Novel 소설 & 이야기

How the war that has been raging inside me seemed to die down and now, I was the woman that I wanted to see myself being. For so many years, survival had been enough. Now I wanted more, and the hunger for it startled me with its force… I wanted Nathan. I wanted slow mornings beside him, Rosalyn's bright laughter filling the rooms around us, and the fragile, impossible promise of a life that felt safe enough to love. The restroom door opened and I turned my attention to the door out of instinct, giving a small smile to the woman who entered. She was somewhere in her mid-thirties, with dark hair, sharp eyes, and a presence that made every instinct inside me go still. Even Sylvia seemed to tens

The last thing I need is to be called the boss’s woman… or worse, his bedmate. Patra saw right through me. She noticed the tension in my neck and the way my fingers tightened around the mug. Her hand reached across the table and landed gently on mine. “Every woman in this building would do anything just to have Williams Banks look at them the way he looks at you,” she said softly. Then she leaned even closer, her voice dropping to a whisper near my ear. “And that’s exactly why Beth Anderson hates everything you do. She wants what she can’t have.. his attention.”

the woman requested in a bitchy way. She didn't protest and just obeyed the woman's order when she noticed her husband was staring at her. She quickly took some water from the kitchen and poured it into the glass. As she's about to give the glass of water she's stopped by the view of her husband and the woman in the living room kissing torridly as if they're the only people at that moment. I prevent myself from crying. I don't want to look weak in front of them. She dashes towards them to give them the glass of water but unexpectedly she stumbles up and accidentally throws the water off onto the woman's dress.

the woman stood from the chair and shouted "do you think I'm a fool who doesn't know that? whole country knows who is she? so what I want her to belong to my son, I want to see the pain in that guy's face when his girl becomes my son's girl" the man felt disgusted of this woman's thinking but he can't offend because offending her leads to his death the woman stood infront of him while pinching his chin, she asked "are you feeling disgusted?" the man nodded his head as no and said "no mam, whatever you do is right" The woman smiled cunningly and sealed his lips with her lips, the man wants to push her away but he can't risk his life, so he stood like a stone to fulfill the desires of filthy w

When he pushed the door open, the scent of stale air and old lavender hit me. A woman sat on the floor, her silver hair spilling over her shoulders as she cradled a small bundle. She looked peaceful, even happy. I frowned, glancing at Novel. This was the illness she was so worried about? The woman looked perfectly fine. Novel’s hand slipped from mine. She stepped toward the woman with a softness I didn't possess. I looked at Alpha Dex and felt a jolt of pure dread. The man wasn't looking at a happy wife; his eyes were fractured with a level of pain and uncertainty that made my own chest ache.

Most of them were just resentful that a woman my age didn't know her place and was supposedly seducing men in the village. If they couldn't control their tongues or keep their husbands in check, why should they take it out on a single woman like me? It was pure envy. Whose fault was it that they were so starved for a man's attention? They could just find someone else they could enjoy their time with. Now, I was different from them. After the renovations were complete, Rodrick and Colby mysteriously covered my eyes and promised a huge surprise. Full of anticipation, I arrived at the once-dilapidated house. It was completely transformed now, furnished with toys I had seen online and dominated

“What’s your last name?” This gorgeous woman was trapped in a marriage she couldn’t run away from, and I wanted to know who this powerful man was. Fucking her had only sparked my interest further, and now I wanted to know everything about her. Once I’d been with a woman, my interest was usually depleted. I moved on to someone else days later, and the cycle continued endlessly. But this woman fucked so enthusiastically, it was like she’d been trapped on an island for the last three years. She treated me like a hooker she’d paid a million dollars for. She fucked me like I was the sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on. Sex was always good with my partners, but she was so transparent, it was refre

“Not a murderer, for one.” “Then you’re going to end up with a pussy.” She ignored the insult. “An average man with average means.” All women wanted was a rich man who could buy them the world. They wanted nice cars, a beautiful mansion, and a necklace covered in a wealth of diamonds. They wanted to feel like a queen and be married to a king. “Bullshit.” Her eyes moved to mine, full of hostility. “All women want security. All women want a powerful man who can protect them.”