Women Novels & Stories

I turned to the curious mad dog. "If it makes you feel any better, she's an omega wolf. “A!!! ". Mad dog let out a sarcastic laugh. I halted in my stride and turned to him. "Did you just laugh? “No, sorry." He apologized quickly as he struggled to keep a straight face. My cold gaze never left him. I didn't care about who loved Gwen and who she loved. I was done leaving her to half-baked men. Hastening my stride, I made my way to the party. Everyone was waiting.

" Everyone kept quiet and Beatrice look bored from the whole thing. Alex held an apologetic look and I suddenly felt stupid for wasting my precious time to impress this horrible woman only to be embarrassed in front of everyone. Everyone has their gaze on me. Everyone! She was yelling so loud at Alex that it got everyone's attention. I tried to walk away as calm as I can but the shame wouldn't let me. I can't cry, not right here, not right now. I stand still as I glare back at the woman standing right in front of me with pure hatred. "What are you staring at whore?" "Listen, woman, just because you are rich and all doesn't give you the right to talk down on anyone."

I was glad she walked away. She would get hurt if I didn’t go easy on her. Katherine was a twig: no meat on her bones. She was one of the girls who overestimated their abilities over me. Not to brag, but I was over one hundred years old. She was merely 15-17 considering the last time I saw her. This gave me an extensive advantage over the girl I have been beaten by many vampire women, but never alone werewolf. Especially, not a lone werewolf who had just been hit by a car. She had a very slim chance considering her frame and accident yesterday.

Expensive shit, too. There are five different lingerie scattered around the room. “Nasty by Lil Duval, Tank, and Jacques” is blasting on the speaker, and there on the four-poster bed lies the man himself. Mason and five different women tangled up together. Ugh, one can never tell when the other person ends and when the next begins. I'll never understand how people can do threesomes or whatever they're doing right now. I don't share what's mine and that's it.

The Redefinition of Everything The office at Westbrook felt smaller every time I walked through it now. Six months married. Six months of waking up to Eli in my bed, his hand reaching for me in sleep, his voice the first thing I heard in the morning. Six months of redefining what surrender actually meant—not weakness, but strategy. The choice to trust someone else's instincts as much as my own. Six months of realizing the cage I'd built was finally open, and I'd chosen to stay—not because I had to, but because I wanted to.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Meredith says and now I feel cheated by my own sister. "I'm disappointed, Meredith." I say playfully. "Aw, don't act like you haven't seen that coming. I am supporting you both of course!" Meredith smiles at me. "She's right. You can't support just one of you if you are a couple. That's like supporting Batman but not Robbin." Kerem says and both of the girls agree with him. "Mind your own business, you freaking dork." I say and regret it because the girls now look mad at me like I'm the devil in this room.

com/LJmXpXrDoBq8FeHi5eBPPR ✨Judi le Romantique Plume vous aime✨

There is no escaping my fate. I watch the Wyres carefully, studying their every move. If I’m going to live among them, I might as well start learning how to survive them. Their movements are graceful yet wild. As if they aren’t quite human but not entirely beast. Three of the six Wyres are female and each one is built like a warrior. Their well-defined arms flex each time they take a sip from their glasses. Their hair hangs down their backs, untamed and free. They seem just like us and yet…not.

Danika Williams As much as I hate to say it: I’ve been a good girl. Jake didn’t seem to care, he was way too professional and it was getting on my nerves. You know what maybe I don’t need this, I don’t need to follow a man’s instructions, just so that he’ll have sex with me. That’s just crazy, I can’t be so desperate for him, right? He thinks I’ve anger issues but I just think everyone around me is very dumb and oversensitive.