Woman You Are Wanted Novel Novels & Stories

She was born with the tag of being a woman of a man named Ajax Steve. Staring at the wall tears finally made their way towards her cheeks. What was left that she hadn't endured in her life, from being enslaved by this man, a perfect submissive wife to an obedient woman of his who even had to sacrifice ten years of her time with her son. She wished. She wished for her son to be a better man. He was her last hope yet, her only hope shattered as well. She gave up her whole life for what? Only to see her son becoming another Ajax Steve targeting another Sofia. An innocent soul.

If this woman wanted to kill her now, Jenny might not be able to put up a fight. Jenny looked at her coldly, not intending to exchange pleasantries with her. "What do you want?" "I don't want anything," she replied, smiling faintly. In the next second, her glare suddenly became murderous. "I just want your life." Jenny wasn't surprised to hear that. She didn't think this woman would spare her every time they met. She might have been just testing something out the last time, and this time, she was really going through with what she came to do.

After a few seconds of silence had passed, she finally started to speak once again. “So honey, what do you want for your birthday?” She asked the same question that she had asked some minutes ago, that had made me remember that painful memory of when the woman who had birthed me hadn’t remembered my birthday. “I don’t want a thing.” I said to her after a few moments. “What do you mean you don’t want something? How can’t you want something?” She asked and I rolled my eyes as the disbelief in her voice as she spoke. “I’m serious, mom, I don’t think I want something.” I said to her after a moment and heard her mumble something to herself for a few seconds, a couple or words which was too quiet

But as I opened Maxwell's office door and stepped into the hallway, I found myself face-to-face with what had to be the source of all that earlier commotion. A woman stood with her back to me, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a spectacular view of the city skyline. She was perfectly still, her posture rigid with what looked like barely controlled anger. I couldn't see her face, but everything else about her screamed money and privilege. Even from behind, she radiated the kind of confidence that only comes from a lifetime of having everything you want handed to you on a silver platter. This had to be Miss Field. Maxwell's fiancée.

“Wanted for who you are. Wanted for the sexy, vibrant woman you are. The woman who graduated top of her class in high school and college because she’s dedicated. The woman who would put her family first ahead of anything else. The woman with a heart so big and so powerful it recognized a woman she owed nothing to was hurting and sent her flowers to cheer her up and made an old lady who is desperately missing her husband cry like a baby with joy. You’re the woman who could be working in any of the five start restaurants in New York making far more than the money here but giving excuses to her parents for not moving out because you know your mother would have full blown panic attacks not knowi

It would hurt more than I would like it to. I wanted to be wanted just because. I didn't want to be wanted for anything other than being me. That's what made Ela different from all the other women that came into my life before her. She wanted me for me, not for the money or for what I had done, but because she liked me. It was a feeling I never had—being wanted just because and not for what I did. Tonight, she wanted me for other reasons, and though I desired what she offered, I couldn't take it. If I did, I wouldn't forgive myself.

Women were shallow, useless creatures that used you to their own end and then just left you without so much as a word. That's why I don't want a mate. Women only care for themselves. There may have been a few exceptions, like his mother. Before the incident, she was the greatest woman in the world, without a doubt. But now, now she was just a shell of her former self. She just sat there, day in and day out, in a catatonic state, like a vegetable. She sat staring out the window and drooling on herself. She hadn't moved, spoken, or shown any kind of life at all. Not since the betrayal seven years ago that had led to my father's death. The betrayal of a woman who only cared for herself and no o

A woman any man in a mafia would want to have,strong and swift not a weakingly who doesn't know how to hold a gun but expects you to protect them. If only she would warm up to me a bit...that was all I wanted but I knew it was just but a dream. Snow wasn't any one's woman, she wasn't the type to get committed. In all the years I had known her she had never had a lover...

And those unsent messages—pages and pages of apologies that belonged to another woman. I closed my eyes, resting my hands on my stomach, and finally asked myself the one question I had spent months avoiding. What if I was never the one he wanted—just the one who was there?