Actua Como Dama Piensa Como Hombre Novels & Stories

Dame act like he was thinking of something else. Dame: Hmmm. . . No. I prefer to talk with you in my room. Why? Are you scared? Scared of what? That I might do something to you? Why you're scared? You can fight. You are the greatest martial arts fighter. Why you are scared? Hmmm, Alex? Alex: I'm not scared, It's just that . . .

A kind man wouldn’t command his warriors to kidnap innocent women and force them into lives of servitude as whores and concubines. This wasn’t the Damon I remembered. The Damon I knew would never hurt a woman. I had made some changes to my looks though. Surely, he wouldn’t recognize me. But the thought only brought me more dread. If he didn’t realize who I was, he would treat me like the others; just another woman to be used and discarded. “Show me the women you’ve brought,” Damon ordered, his deep voice calm yet authoritative. My heart pounded in my chest as the men moved around me, pulling the women to their feet one by one.

“I still don't understand what you mean.” “Here it is,” I answered, trying to think of the best way to massage his ego. “I know of certain gang men who change once they are married. How many they kill and what they do suddenly seems to matter. They start rushing home as early as they can, trying to be with their wives instead of going on night operations. They even stop sleeping with other women. That is the thing about women, Damian. They try to change a dangerous thing into something docile, something they can wrap around their fingers at home.”

“Do you like to watch such brainless dramas?” She was slightly confused. “Isn’t it true?” He took a deep breath and calmed down. “Those actors were only acting in the dramas. Taking up full responsibility... There aren’t many men who can do that in reality. Men aren’t as simple as you think they are.” “Aren’t you a man?” “I... Shouldn’t you know pretty well now if I’m a man?” He was furious. “So are you saying you don’t want to be responsible for what happened?”

He said hotly. "Look what I am saying is that if you are not the first and the only person that has a female as a PA?" "Yeah I know so what do you think I should do?" "I don't know, maybe you should take her as a normal woman who is just your PA, and don't see her as Amani the thief and the backstabbing bitch, you know where water is the boss, there the land must obey, so the ball is in your cot, it is left for you to decide whether to be the water or the land..." "That is good babes, and the ball is in my cot."

“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.

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.

I averted my gaze back to the page, read the last few lines and flipped to the next page. "You're cold. So cold. I didn't expect more but it's cruel to act this way to a woman." To a woman? Does this mean my attitude would be justifyable is she is indeed a male? This is interesting, especially when I don't necessarily consider her as such... a woman.