Women Novels & Stories

I can’t exactly invite anyone over either. At least Alyssa, Lana and Lucas sit with us now. Lana usually talks to Rob and Alex – though she had tried a few times to strike up a conversation with the lifeless skeleton of Mateo. Those two girls are the only ones acting normal about the whole thing. Every time they include me in a joke, I feel a little lighter.

I know there is more, and I am excited to find, feel, and experience it. “Tara, you are absolutely the most gorgeous she-wolf I have ever seen on her mating day. This day, this moment, was meant only for you. I know that our traditional mating gowns are magically embedded to adjust to us, but honey, you are wearing that gown. You are glowing,” I say, and tears form in both of our eyes. “Nope, no, ladies. No crying. You are not allowed to ruin all the work my team just did,” our glam team leader says. Tara and I both laugh, looking around as we see our mothers and grandmothers sitting in chairs, getting their makeup redone.

she whispered, voice hoarse, “you’ll correct me again in front of everyone. You’ll call me sloppy.” Elena’s lips curved against her temple. “And you’ll smile like you hate me.” “I will hate you,” Valeria said, nipping her collarbone. “Until you lock the door.” Elena closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of sex and sweat and jasmine gone feral. Outside, the corridor lights clicked off one by one. Inside, two women clung to each other in the dark, already addicted, already damned, and neither willing to stop.

Mannequins and clothes, all the clothes that could make you a kleptomaniac. "Now where was the makeup section?" It was sure going to be far from here. Ema was going to explore. The dress section was a sight to behold. Gowns! Shirts and skirts of all sizes. "Hey!" A joyous shriek resonated where she was. A woman came up to her. Ebony skinned and looked between thirty-five to forty. She was dressed in a leopard skin gown, knee-length that showed meat. Ema could have sworn she had seen her before.

Arlene couldn’t help but wonder how much they cost, if she ever tried to live like Faith she would probably empty her father’s account before she is done with school. Arlene was still checking out the apartment when the door swung open and two girls walked in. One put one a crop top and a very tight skirt that revealed her thighs, her butt was barely covered. The other had a low waist jean and a crop too. Arlene looked at them wondering why they were all dressed, they were supposed to drop a note book, but they dresses like they had a high class party to attend.

When women are oppressed, it's tradition. ― Letty Cottin Pogrebi “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ― Margaret Atwood “Life affords you infinite possibilities to pay more attention to what is actually happening. Not just around you but what is Inside you.” ―Jeff Warren

The day was cool, winter was approaching, some passers-by were already using thin coats to protect themselves from the cold winds, a family composed by three people was standing in front of an old architecture building, its walls had a light yellow tone with brown details to hire in a harmonic way with the huge wooden door that allowed the access to the place, beside the wooden door two big size suitcases were placed and then the family united in an embrace that showed a great sorrow, The embrace was composed of a couple clearly around fifty years old, a great sign of this were the few white hairs that both had in their equally brown hair, hair that contrasted completely with the young woman

Somewhere in the Scandinavian mountains, the brown bears, elk, gray wolves, wolverines, and lynx all were roaming, some in search of food, some to escape being one. In one of the spread pods, high and up away from the rest, lay a man and woman under the heated blanket, both naked. The woman’s body bore red and blue marks from her neck to her breasts. An agitating red bruise rested on top of her right nipple as a spectator of the times that erect organ suffered in his warm, starving mouth. Her thighs had fingerprints, proof of his mad hunger for his woman.

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one of the women replied. “Oh! For people that can travel back in time when they die, or generally for super humans?” he asked again. A giggle came from the other end of the room as another woman stepped in. She was very tall, as tall as me and my brother, probably taller, and muscular. You would definitely think twice before calling someone like her a delicate flower. She seemed more like a tempered bull. “Boys, there is no such thing as a superhuman” she said as she approached us.