Oldwomen Stories

Basically this story is a really weird, proper strange version of a friends story 'Bright Like Knifes' by @aelliott563 here on wattpad . FYI I do have permission to do this and this is a complete joke so don't come at me in any comments also thus is both her and my first book so hate if you want I guess just don't spread hate on the original. ***THIS BOOK IS A JOKE*** Thank you ‐---------------------------------------------------------------- There is a old cottage in the countrieside that no human has had the balls to enter in decades. However there is one person who is stupid enough. What will happen? Who knows. Read to find out. ----------------------------------------------------------------- I love you aelliott563 ♡♡

Jubalie Carrison is a lonely 60 year old woman who's only real wish was to have children. But because of her lack of fertility due to an incident in her past she spent 60 years of her life completely alone, but that didn't stop her from being one of the sweetest most caring people in all the world. Riven Vlair is the new reluctant vampire king after the untimely death of his father Clise Vlair. Originally Riven's view of humans was anything but savory seeing them only as greedy, repulsive live stock. But all that changes when he meets Jubalie after rescuing her from a rogue attack. It isn't long before a shaky romance blossoms between the two but can Jubalie really accept a man who looks half her age or will this relationship fall flat?

A woman plays various roles in her lifetime. She is a mother, a daughter, a sister and a wife. It began when Pyarimaafoundation had a trip to Vrindavan as it is a place of pilgrimage. When all the elderly people in the group were visiting temples and praying I and my few other friends got an opportunity to talk to the widows sitting within the premises. Trust me our hearts melted listening to the plight of those women. That conversation made us look into few more women in and around that area. The conversation with them created a lot of questions in our mind. Why must a woman whose husband dies, lose her place in society? Why must she renounce her worldly desires and possessions? Most of all, why must she put herself through more pain, having just become a widow, and live a life of penance? Pyarimaafoundation were then keen to explore the issue further. Many of the stories were distressing, ranging from how the widows had been exploited by their family members, to those who had been physically assaulted by their sons and daughters-in-law. Others had known little beyond a life of sorrow.

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