Women Novels & Stories

Her eyes darted around anxiously and then,she snapped. " Jason, you bastard!!" - She lost her fit, slamming her phone against the glass. Her chest heaved as she panted, her red hair now sticking to her face giving her a sickly look. Her eyes bulged almost bloodshot as she glared at me. "You witch!. You talked him into this, didn't you?" I simply just shrugged, a cold smile gracing my lips. "Ward 309, maintain decorum!!" - The female warden slammed her bat, her voice authoritative and hostile.

Not only was I not bothered by this arrangement, it made me want to make love to my wife that much more. Since I can't post pictures of these three hot women, let me describe them to you. They all are in their early 40's, are beautiful, and have slim bodies. Beth has sandy blonde hair, stands 5 foot 10 inches, with large breasts and a tiny butt. Sally is a redhead, stands 5 foot five inches, with small perky breasts and a sexy butt. Janet has black hair, stands 5 foot 8 inches, with beautiful C-cup breasts and matching wide hips.

"Aren't you being a little biased with the grouping, Chase?" Quinn asked with a smile. "Bias? How am I biased?" Chase wondered. He thought it was better that Quinn and Mia were in the same group as he was. "Besides me and Mia, you put three other beautiful women in your group. Aren't you being biased?" Mia knew what Quinn meant. They were a little jealous that Willow, Lisa, and Seva were in the same group as them. All of them were beautiful women, and they could not avoid conflict when there were so many people.

"Unbelievable." "Talk if you want to or shut up." Darina said. "Are you on your period?" Kaisha asked. Darina looked up from her phone and stared at her annoying friend. "What do you have to say that is unbelievable? Anything is believable these days." She drawled. "Well I passed by room 109 and I heard something very interesting." Kaisha grinned. "Goody two shoes Saira Anderson is not so goody two shoes after all. She's a bad bad girl."

"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.

"It's fine. No, my wolf's not buried, she's very much aware and very much a pain in the ass. Wyatt." He seemed about to ask her something else, but a sharp look from Jodie had him returning his attention to his meal. "It's going to be nice having some more female company," said Maya. "We're way too outnumbered by the males." Freya arched a brow. "There aren't many women?" "Well, there are some others, but they don't really count. They are all but bitchy and feel that everything revolves around them because of the fake boobs and ass." "Maya," censured Cameron. "Have a little respect." The look he gave Freya was withering.

“I once heard there have been sightings of supernatural creatures wandering through the forest…” “What sightings?” I ask, feeling my blood freeze at her insinuations. “They say they’re half-wolves, with human legs… werewolves, you know?” She nudges me and winks. “I don’t know anything,” I cut her off, pressing the flour tightly between my hands. “When what we can’t see breaks free, to hell with those damn things!” she suddenly mutters in a hardened tone. “What did you say?” I ask, placing my hands on the counter.

This caused her and everyone else except maybe the seniors, to look up to see three girls coming into the cafeteria. From the way they looked, Anna could see they were the queens of the school aka first class bitches. ″I just can't wait for the Siromani girl to get here. I'm sure she and I will be very good friends,″ the one in the middle who Anna guessed to be the leader said. Anna snorted. ″Yeah, right,″ she muttered. ″I already dislike you.″

Abdul-Dayyan couldn't lie, the offer was very tempting, the best offer he had ever received but that wasn't what he wanted. "Very tempting I must say." "You're under no obligation to give me an answer, take as much time as you need for I know it won't be easy for a man that has worked alone to suddenly start working under a company. But at Aaima pharmaceuticals, we seek to give you nothing short but the best." Her speech flowed eloquently and he couldn't deny the fact that she was a great businesswoman, no wonder she stood at her position among the fifty most influential women in the world.

And then the same woman stood beside the Matron in an old picture. "I wonder how the Matron got her fatness from, probably a gift for being an assistant mother Mary. Perhaps?" It was more like a remark to elicit reassurance than a question. She had more pictures glued to the wooden doors of the wardrobe and thought I would hurt to take a little glance at her friend's choice of clothing. She opened it and found three dimensional comic characters stapled to the inner walls. The holy garment is placed in a rather dumped manner at the lower section of the wardrobe next to the drawer. These characters were skillfully drawn and as a matter of fact they had unique hair style and rugged dressings. G