Books For Strong Independent Woman Novels & Stories

He looks at me and starts laughing again. “Can you tell me what’s funny? Because, for me, none of this is.” I cross my arms, annoyed. “Yes, it’s funny, since I can sense that you have gone your entire life with no one telling you what to do. Now, comes along a complete stranger who proposes to you, and you realize you can’t resist him. Don’t question it, Dr. Biologically, every woman, even if she is strong and independent, needs to have a person by her side who can handle her."

She sniffs, her face almost red with all the crying. "Yeah." Her words cut somewhere deep. We women are not strong? Well, I read a few books but none of them included women fighting with men in a war or something. They only fought verbally. So that is how it was back then? I believe it is something that has been going on for ages. Women are only verbally strong.

“Few women do.” “Oh, they do. They’re just afraid to admit it. Yeah, equal pay for equal work and our bodies our selves and Gloria Steinem and all that jazz...but in that dusty dark little corner of every woman’s heart where we keep our maps of Tierra del Fuego lives the hunger to fetch a powerful man his slippers on her hands and knees.” Eleanor was pleased to see her words had a similar effect on Daniel as his did on her. His breath quickened just slightly as his hands deliberately stroked the leather binding of the book in his hand.

It could be considered a test of people's true nature. A woman's confidence never came from selling herself or from a man's charity. It came from her own financial independence and her own absolute capabilities. And my journey had only just begun.

As a single mother if I may add and so with that ground, did she believed that her words was enough to make me change my mind? Preposterous! I have invested a lot of time and effort for this and I would not let them all go to waste just because someone told me to quit. I am no quiter and most importantly, I am a strong independent woman! Besides, there was no way I would back down in the face of adversary. Moreover, I believed that this was what I ought to do. Now if this girl was thinking that her words held enough power over me to convince me to do the opposite of what I have been wanting to do for ages, then she was underestimating my resolve.

One night, a few days later, aimlessly browsing through the old vanity in her bedroom, she found one of the local magazines. Treasure opened it up to read it. There she saw a bold full-page Ad, it stated. “We women need to stick together. Call me if you want to reclaim your independence.” Attorney Nina Long.

I had allowed myself to be pushed around for too long, and I refused to stay quiet ever again—not even for the two men I loved. “I am not your charity case!” I said strongly, my voice ringing out clearly through the silent library as I looked directly into both of their angry faces. “I do not want to live my life like a pretty little doll who only gets things because you two happen to feel like giving them to me. I want to work. I want to spend my days earning my own independent money. I want to feel useful, capable, and proud of myself. I love being with you both more than anything, but I absolutely refuse to depend on you for my survival.” The massive library became completely, terrifyingl

I cut him off. "I was gonna say good personality." He teased with a cheeky grin. I chuckle. "Oh yeah right. Good personality." He chuckles softly. "Then here comes the white tiger. A dying breed. These kind of women has a strong personality, who is very independent, difficult to analyze and has high walls built around them. They make sure they secure themselves and that's why these women are hard to get. They know what's gonna happen before it actually happens." I nodded at him.

I knew that difference now better than I had this time yesterday, and I did not feel good about it. "You have got to sort this out," I said out loud, to myself. I meant the being alone thing. I meant the having built walls so carefully that nobody could reach me thing. I had been proud of it for a long time now. I was proud of being the person who handled things. Proud of being the one who did not need anyone to handle things for her. I had mistaken that for strength for a long time. Sitting on a bathroom floor at six in the morning with two pregnancy tests wrapped in toilet paper was making me reconsider whether it had always been strength or whether some of it had just been fear dressed up

I had finally taken a very strong stance and showed this man that he does not control me and as such, he cannot be ordering me around like that and just expect that I would follow him to the ends of the earth. I was a woman with my own mind, own thoughts, own opinions and I was ready to make sure that everyone could see it. I was not going to lay back and be taken advantage of in a way that I knew was bad. I was going to stand up for myself and show other women that they could also stand up for themselves when ever any one wants to throw their back agaisnt some wall.