Novel & Cerita Actua Como Dama Piensa Como Hombre

“Because he was now the president of the country?” I needed no one to tell me before I saw all these thoughts written on my father’s face. Long before now, he’d been thinking that women are wicked and never gave love a chance any longer. But hearing Matriarch Alessandra’s story today, I bet he realized that being wicked is not gender-based but relative. Both the man and the woman could be wicked and heartbreakers; we only hope to choose the right person to be a partner with.

"So what, just 'cause you can hold your own in hand-to-hand combat, do you think you have the balls to do what any other man on this property would do to save you?" "I'd save all your arse's before you could see the smoke from the barrel of my gun," I huff. "I need saving from no one." "I don't believe that. Women are born with hearts; they get too distracted by emotions of insignificance to kill. They're useless bar their pussy made to take our cocks." "I dislike you," I hiss to him. And he chuckles, taking another cigarette out only to light it off the back of finishing the first.

Daisy's POV Some ladies can be so pathetic, throwing themselves at men who doesn't give a damn about them. It's not as if they don't know how influential, sexy, rich and popular Damon and Damian are. They can get any girl they want and here they are craving for attention which I'm sure it is to sleep with them so they can claim an affair to the public eye. What ladies can do for attention in this country. Mtcheww

My mind swirled with countless questions. “Are you saying Dante mistreats women?” The question tumbled from my lips, eyes glinting with a mix of fear and curiosity, fixed on Pietro like the bright stars above. Pietro regarded me with pity before humming thoughtfully. Taking a step closer, he closed the gap between us. “I’m not sure how to explain this,” Pietro began, capturing my undivided attention. “Dante is a formidable warrior, a businessman, a Viking, a Viking mafia. But there’s one thing he isn’t,” he paused, meeting my inquisitive gaze. “He isn’t affectionate, especially towards women. He sees women as mere objects for men’s pleasure or as toys for their satisfaction, nothing beyond t

Alpha Leo yelled on the phone, and I moved the phone back away from my ear. "Dad, if not for the fact that you are my father and I have met you before, I would have thought you were a woman with a deep male voice," I said calmly on the phone. "Are you calling me a woman?" Alpha Leo snapped. "I am not calling you a woman. You are not a woman. You just act like one, which is quite strange for nature and a man of your calibre," I replied calmly. "Damien, I want to see you now!" He yelled into the phone, and I again moved the phone away from my ear briefly.

[Maria] Damian’s words made my chest ache. It was a kind of pain I couldn’t quite describe, brought on by what he had said. I set the spoon down in the bowl, then placed both on the table. He had finished his meal, but his words still echoed in my head. That I didn’t need to suffer because of my family. And that I should act like his wife. I did act like a wife. I took care of him. I fulfilled my duties and responsibilities. It was just that I couldn’t act as though I truly had the right to be his wife: to flaunt my power, influence, and authority in front of others.

one forgetting her as her whole heart is filled with another man at the sametime as that another man is none other than her husband" damien glared at him the assistant gulped hard in fear and said "the second option is replacing him with you in her heart you need to make sure that you're way better than him in everything" damien smirked but assistant replied "it was quite impossible but may be possible too sir" damien asked "why" assistant replied "because women are different from men sir we men look for perfection women looks for best in the imperfection that's the reason men are behind many women where as few women still sticked to one man

"You can take your money and shove it where the sun never shines." Damian looked around, hating the attention they were getting. "Look, lady, I have never and would never touch a woman inappropriately. I don't have any reason to." "Oh, of course!" She wasn't even trying to control her voice as she gestured wildly with her hands. "You have no reason to because women throw themselves at your feet, right? Men like you think you're a blessing from God to women, and so you can do whatever you want. And if they're rich, then that's even better."