Novel & Cerita Best Women's Motivational Books

" Okay, sis Vic. Am glad you were inspired by this. " " It's my pleasure... I think I need to work on my spiritual growth more. " " You should... I also recommend you read the books written by Doctor Rebecca Brown. They are pretty inspiring. " " Yeah... I have heard about them but haven't read any... " " You should, sis... They'll help boost your faith. " " Am sure they will... Thanks, Mia... For inspiring me. " " It's my pleasure. " I smiled. " You know... It's really amusing that the same girl who had been like a vegetable for a month now is now looking very lively, and even exchanging words with me. "

Do not stop building the woman you wanted to be until you have transformed that woman into the woman everyone wished to become. "And I felt that. I wanted to become the woman I deserve. The woman who seems so uplifting and powerful. The woman who has the ability to inspire the other woman to build the woman they wanted to be. Because real women were built the strongest. It was those women whom we wished we would be. A powerful woman. A strong independent woman.”

I smiled when he started praising me. It was one of the few things my grandma taught me. She always believed that I was born for the greater good. And I would need all of her life experiences to go on with my life. Who would have thought, after being trained as an alpha, then as a Luna, I would also be getting the training to be the perfect beta woman.

And just like that a blurry voice and an image that she assumed that was part of her memory appeared in her mind. 'A woman's worth is more than a man could never work for. A woman is a powerful person who gives light. A woman has been given a womb and a man's part and yet she can give life. A woman has been given a house and yet she made it a home that is full of warmth. A woman is someone who was given a simple thing but can give back precious treasures. A woman has never been worthless. Always remember you are a woman. And you are worth it"

Yeah, the last few weeks haven't been too kind to me. There were a few good things that happened and like “motivation gurus” always say in such an intense manner, “concentrate on the positives”. While I was never a fan of these kinds of motivation write-ups, videos or even self-help books, I agreed with that. It never hurts to count your blessings. It never hurts to appreciate all the good things that have happened or are happening to you.

I would look at the problem name Rahul hanging on us later on, lets enjoy the some moments of peace life bestowed me with. 'BEING A GOOD WIFE.' Book in my hand caught my eyeballs. How could I expect anything more better from him? " Mr Selfish. I will see you." I said banging the book on the mattress. Who does wants to know the secrets of being a good wife? What does he think of himself? Does he mean that I am not a good wife and that the reason he wants me to read all this bullshit stuff. I will also gift you a bundle of books titled 'The Million Ways of Using Your Brain' , 'Being a Sensible Husband.', 'The Art of Being Alive', 'Taming the Beast Within You.' ...and some more...Huhh.

She sighed. "Your passion and resilience carved out the name for you," I began, giving motivational talks like a therapist. "Give it one more strike, let's see how far the flames can go." I gave her the push she needed.

Mine had already drained away, replaced by something colder, heavier—worry. My thoughts spun as I stared out the window. I couldn’t keep clashing with him like this. That ridiculous book, The Perfect Wife, flashed through my mind—its chapters on handling dominant men. Softness. Vulnerability. Subtle rebellion. A woman with fire, but without the flames. Sweet enough to draw in. Dangerous enough to chase.

Most importantly, most foundationally, irreducibly — with herself. The woman who had been a guest in her own life and was now its undisputed primary inhabitant. Who had found herself in the fire. Who had written herself down. Who had put her name on it. She thought about the woman at four in the morning who had not been able to put the book down. About the woman who had called her sister. About the woman who had called the lawyer. About the hundreds of women who had written today and the thousands who would write in the weeks and months to come as the book found its way to the people who needed it.