Books For Strong Independent Woman Novels & Stories

She stood up suddenly. Switched off the video. Why does she sound like she knows me? Her chest tightened again. She grabbed a mirror from the shelf and stared at herself. She had won. Hadn’t she? She had the marriage. The children. The house. So why did it feel like she was losing? Victoria began noticing something else too. More married women were joining. Not just abused wives. But women who felt invisible, neglected, and replaceable. During one session, she said: “Strength does not mean destroying someone. It means refusing to destroy yourself for them.”

“I didn’t mean it.” “You think when Margaret Sanger and Molly Dewson, Rose Schneiderman and Mary McLeod Bethune fought for gender equality, not only right to vote or right to speech comes, right to deserve punishment just like men aligns too. Isn’t that all those people say that women are strong? Which means that blonde doctor, whatever her name is, she is strong enough to face that same shit she throws on others. And doc….”

I realized that I am femininely masculine – I am a strong female who can do things by herself and needs no help or guidance. I stand in the que , awaiting my turn to pay – I see a couple in front of me. The girl gives her boyfriend her items and just stands next to him while he pays for them. When I was called next to them to pay , I felt so much power and independence knowing that I can do all of this by myself. Thereafter , when I was holding my packets filled with items bought myself – a overwhelming feeling filled me as I knew that I was meant to be a powerful woman who was scared of no one but God.

I wasn't that man. Shirley had always been independent, strong, proud. She didn't need anyone, especially not me, to rescue her. She had a way of handling things on her own, of taking control of her life even when it was falling apart. That strength, that fierce independence, was one of the things I admired most about her.

She had power to sway his people. "Men have always ruled with an iron fist for years. Not saying you guys are doing a bad job at it, but the women can be just as powerful and strong and righteous as any man that ever lived. Queen Elizabeth I, Catherine the Great, Sojourner Truth, Rosa Parks, Malala Yousafzai... Past, present and future. Women have changed the course of history more times than anyone can count, and for the better." Lily let out a breath, "A man is considered strong with a capable woman at his side, but a woman is strong regardless of having a man." Lily looked at the women as the room fell quiet around them.

SN: I will be introducing a new character into the book and she's most likely to change the plot and thicken the drama as she's involved in the lives of all the older characters so buy some coins and enjoy reading 'Women'. This new character would bring drama, comedy, action and suspense into the book. You might have an idea of who she is but trust me, you'll never see it coming. She is an independent woman as well and a strong one who doesn't stand for anybody's bullshit. She'll bring all other characters to a halt and change perspectives. Also, sneak peek; there may or may not be a separation in view for an unexpected couple.

But Amber… She didn’t hold back at all. She didn’t care about what I thought about her scoffing her face. And it was attractive as fuck. She wasn’t a pick-me woman at all. Pick-me women annoyed me. Women who revolved their lives around finding a man, pleasing a man, knocking down other women for the sake of impressing a man. But a woman who was independent, stood her ground, didn’t care to impress a man, and wanted him to like her for herself… That was what I found sexy.

The only thing I know is that I want to live a life next to him, without knowing what will happen tomorrow, I just want to live day by day next to him. A weak woman is no shame to the women of this world. In movies and novels, we always see strong women, real women are not like that. Strong women are made, they are not born that way. Let's learn to open our eyes to the true women of this world, who sometimes have to learn the hard way, to know what we are.

I could become the woman they needed—strong, independent, unshakeable. "I'm going to start something," I told her, the words forming even as I spoke them. "A business. Something of my own. Art curation, maybe—I have the degree, the knowledge, the passion. Something that's mine, that I built, that no one can take away." Eleanor's eyes seemed to focus on me, as if she understood. "You and Isobel are going to have a mother who stands on her own. Who doesn't need anyone's permission to exist. Who shows you what it means to be strong." I kissed her tiny forehead through the incubator's opening. "I promise."

She, a strong willed woman, was being reduced to a mess because a younger man she barely knew decided to ignore her after one intense encounter. The more he stayed away, the more his power grew. His absence was a masterstroke in manipulation. It wasn't about sex for him, she realized. It was about control. It was about making her need him. She found herself in the library, a vast room with more books than she could read in a lifetime. She pulled down a book on Australian history, but the words swam before her eyes. The only thing she could focus on was the sound of her own breathing, and the silence of the house.