The Deserted Woman Novels & Stories

I had returned from a five-year assignment. Walking out of the airport, my heart was filled with hope that Cyra Stern would accept my proposal. However, she just stood there expressionlessly. “Neil Spencer, I’m sorry.” Before I could even register my surprise, she spoke again. “That transfer order… was my doing. “I purposely had you transferred to that remote project in the Northwest just to create space for Devin Lawrence and me. “Back then, I was pregnant with his child. I had no other choice.” A long silence followed as I bit my lip until it bled. That was five years of living hell in the Fopi Desert. They were filled with swirling sandstorms, unbearable heat, and sixteen-hour work

detached. Eliana was sitting at her desk, staring at the work in front of her but not seeing it. She felt like a pawn in a game she didn’t understand, stuck in this strange, silent dance with Gonzalo and the mysterious woman. The woman walked past her, her eyes flicking briefly to Eliana’s face, as though assessing her. Eliana couldn’t look away. Something was unnerving about the way the woman’s eyes lingered on her, something predatory. But then she was gone, leaving only the faint scent of her perfume in the air.

Seventy-seven days. That was how long Marcus Harper had gone without saying a single word to his wife. No argument. No explanation. Just silence. And the worst part? Lila Harper still loved him. Because Marcus wasn't always cruel. He was the husband everyone wished they had—the flowers, expensive dates, gentle touches, and the way he looked at Lila like she was the only woman in the world. The perfect marriage! She was envied. But she knew what happened when the doors closed. For ten years, she kept forgiving Marcus, waiting for his silence to end and believing the loving man she knew was the real him. Until the seventy-seventh day. One bank statement changes every

Her and her husband came to sit on the sofa in front of us like the day we arrived here. "Have your wolves explained everything to you?" She asked. Adam and I shared a look. What exactly did she mean by 'everything'? "I don't understand." I replied. She rolled her eyes in annoyance like we were supposed to know what she was talking about. "Packs, shifts, the moon goddess, mates, rougues, marks- the whole story. Have you been informed about all of that?" I nodded. "Salem told me about it last night."

But as we neared it, the vision shifted, revealing not an oasis, but a small, decrepit hut. Cautiously, we approached the structure, pushing open its weathered door. Inside was an old woman, her skin tanned from years under the sun, her eyes cloudy with age. "Ah, travelers," she rasped, her voice dry as the desert air. "Seeking the gate, are you?" Taken aback, Richard inquired, "How do you know of the gate?" The old woman chuckled, a sound like rustling parchment. "The desert sees all, young wolf. And I am its keeper."

It was something you could lean on. I found Fenris near the center of the yard. He was talking to a woman who looked like she was made of wire and shadow. She was tall, with a scar that ran along her jawline, and she was talking with her hands, pointing toward different sections of the fortress. Fenris just stood there, listening. He nodded once, twice. The woman didn't wait for a goodbye; she just turned and strode off like she had ten other things to do and Fenris was just a box she'd checked off her list.

“Damn you, Shane! If you make her cry again, I will come after you.” The next morning, Tristan woke up in an unfamiliar room. His head was heavy when he tried to get up. “Tsk! Where am I?” He mumbled to himself looking around. Just when he turned to his right, his eyes widened in disbelief. A woman who was wearing nothing was sleeping next to him. “Who are you?” Tristan exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing— why are you here?” Slowly, the woman woke up and their eyes met. “Good morning,” she mumbled and smiled. “How are you feeling? Not good, huh? I’m not surprised at all. After what you did last night—”

She was nothing but a pathetic woman at that moment. Left with no choice, she follows the man. Until they reach the cave. Des was there patiently waiting. “Aliyah”, exclaimed Des. But Aliyah did not respond. “Stay here, I have to find some food for the three of us”, ordered the man. The two women did nothing but just stare at the stones in the cave. “How are you?”, asked Des. She was too bored and anxious. She needed someone to talked with. “Do not talk to me”, said Aliyah.

--- Instead— She picked up the gun beside her. Checked it. Steady hands. Clear eyes. --- “Then we don’t run this time,” she said. --- Adrian looked at her. Really looked at her. And for the first time— He saw it. The transformation. --- The woman who trusted easily— Was gone. --- Replaced by someone else. Someone who understood the rules now. Someone who was ready to play. --- Headlights appeared in the distance. Closing in. Fast. --- Adrian turned the key.

she was going to say more but slept, I couldn't grab at her other words as they were just mere whispers. I turned to look at her and she was sleeping. I shook her but she didn't wake up. I wanted to ask her some questions at least she might answer me but after a few more fruitless trials, I gave up. Her hands slipped from her side and touched me, frightening me by the sudden contact as I held the hand and pushed it away from me in disgust. Who could she be talking about?, who is Melissa?. Did she remarry? No, that's not possible. I had her investigated two weeks ago.