Novel & Cerita A Woman Is No Man

Carlos said confidently. "What the heck! I never dreamed of touching a man, especially you." "You're still a woman. I'm sure you have some hidden desires. I might not be able to control myself if you start seducing me. A man can never back down when a woman undresses in front of him." "You wish! I think I should be the one who should be worried from you and not the other way around. You look like a sex offender to me. You’re the type of man who would grab on every opportunity you can have to get laid."

I sneeze and whine, shaking my head frantically as a human woman rushes towards me. "Listen, I'm trying not to judge but if you are that stupid then your ass shouldn't be in here. That's expensive perfume-" Perfume?! "You are going to spill it. It costs more than you. Now leave!" I am on edge now. I can't see or smell well, a predatory male is lurking and now this female is shouting at me. "I'm sorry. I'm not from here. Where i am from we do not have such things." I try to reason.

Before I could finish, Hazel stepped on my belly with the tip of her high heel. "Why are you even wasting time on this woman, Ethan? Let's kill that baby and go earn some credit with Grandpa." A wave of searing pain shot through my abdomen. I could feel the baby twisting in panic inside me, and terror—unlike anything I'd ever known—flooded my chest. I looked up at them, pleading. "Please… Don't hurt my baby…" Hazel lifted her phone and aimed it at me, saying, "Get on your knees, bark like a dog, and say you're filthy. Do that, and maybe I'll spare your baby."

"The battle field is not the place for a woman to be. And you're walking into a f**king trap." "What would you have me do then Grayson, or be?" I screamed. "I refuse to be the woman who stands behind the man. I refuse to be the damsel in distress and have you or any other man for that matter rescue me. I am not anyone's whore, or slave and I will not be my own corward anymore."

"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.

I was thoroughly convinced this woman was possessed. "Sit," she ordered, and oddly, I complied, taking a seat on the empty couch facing her. I intertwined my fingers, trying to regain control of the situation. "I'm not going to repeat myself. You better discard whatever plan you have. You're not going to be my Beta. Who says a woman can even be a Beta?" I threw. "What a man can do, a woman can do better. There is no rule that says a woman cannot be a Beta. Even if there was, I would be the first person to break that rule," she retorted, catching me off guard again. Indeed, this woman had a sharp tongue.

Here, the woman is happy as a sangirl to this guy who has saved her. At this time, they go to the room where they make a pleasure. Here, Brown is out of mind to this woman. Thus, he would not allow her to be engaged with another guy. Without knowing, this woman has a lot of men who are still taking their hat off on her even if, her profession is prostitution.

She doesn't seem to be apologetic, which was not the kind of response I hoped. “Is that the reason you sent a harlot to sexed me instead of a decent person?” She shrieked into the couch in response to my yell. "Mr. Man, watch your speech!" The woman gritted her teeth, so I chuckled and approached her. "My wife is the one I'm speaking to, not you," "If you say anything else, I'll kick your ass behind bars for trying to rape me. Is that understood, bitçh? She nodded as terror engulfed her gloomy face.

The group booed, protesting that the money could no longer be his, and a small discussion began. In the darkest corner of the enclosure, a woman was trying to drag a man by the collar of the dark shirt. Because of the way she behaved, I didn't have much doubt about her profession. She wore a neon pink wig and chanel. The man wasn't giving a damn about her. But the woman kept stretching towards him and trying to kiss his neck. The stranger said something that seemed to offend the woman, because she walked away quickly and slapped her in the face. The man put a hand on the reddish spot, and watched as the woman walked away and looked for another victim.

It didn’t work the other way. Such a weird place! Why would I need permission to see someone? I huffed as I now stared at the mop and the buckets filled with water. “ This is the first test. A woman who can’t even clean the floor is not eligible to be called a woman, let alone given the right to compete. ” Amanah replied like the true omega she was. I rolled my eyes. “ You are so sexist. ” “ Are you refusing to work, Lady Lana? I can inform the Queen Grandmother if you want. ” She smiled maliciously.