Female Power Novels & Stories

“Wow Tara, that was so mean.” “Does it mean when it is the truth? Let’s look at the facts. You, yourself said that Sapphire had to hide the full strength of her aura from him because his ego couldn’t take that you were stronger than him. You never trained with him, so he had no idea how strong you were. He did not recognize you as the elite warrior you are. He regulated you to party planning and making money when you are a true alpha. He had an issue with you being called the Alpha Female of the pack and he tried to hurt you by taking the little bit of power he allowed you to have in his pack. He disregarded you in every way possible.”

Liam ordered the group. We all parted from Veronica, leaving her and two other girls that she was going to share this kill with. I licked my lips in anticipation. My beast wanted to laugh. How could we be intimidated by a female who couldn't even take down her own bear? It was funny. She wasn't worthy for our male. As much as she wanted to think she was good enough for him, my beast and I both knew she wasn't. Her mate would be at her level when she finally met him.

Trying to shut both, her eyes and her senses, for what she was experiencing was a hard blow to her self-worth. 'The Raichands! The Princes! The chiefs! All are the same, the wretched mentality of men! Isn't it?' They could use a woman whenever he wanted, however they wanted, making them a pawn in their petty games and then the instant they would realize that the pawn had turned useless and the game was over, they would try to unburden their shoulders the very next moment. And if by any chance, her dear husband believed her to be pawn in his little play-down, then he is the biggest buffoon in the world.

When the two entered, they became the focus of everyone's attention, partly because of Ivan's identity, and partly because their beauty was so outstanding. "What do you need, please?" The staff bowed to the two. “Choose her a party dress.” The female employee felt that Ivan's voice was extremely cold, and she felt a little scared. But on the contrary, Jennifer is quite energetic, she is easy to advise. "Please come over here." Inside there are countless different models of party dresses, materials, and colors all high-value numbers. Jennifer seemed lost in a maze with no exit, she did not know which model to choose. "Your figure is very balanced, your skin is white, so you chose this model,

"Maybe she has learnt her lesson that it's not good for a woman to behave like a man." Grace nodded, "you are right. Maybe this will make her understand that it's not good to be a tomboy, be it whatever reason she has. But her own case is different, we both know she is not a tomboy and the outside world don't even see her like that." "Yes, they see her as a man because no one knows she is a woman." Grace shook her head with a sigh, "Malcolm will kill me if he finds out." Evelyn chuckled, "you are his beloved sister, he will understand."

It is another form of bowing, be like a Queen, be a Queen, be my little Queen, and speak, your mouth is not here to soothe anyone it is your weapon and your power. "Lead the way." My voice was strong showing my Authority. Mother told me that being a woman doesn't mean I have less power. Women who complain about not having enough power just haven't given it their all, those people are simply affected by people's opinions and words. And that is what my mother defines as a week. Not giving it your all and blaming your gender on it as an excuse for becoming weak. My mom is living proof that it has nothing to do with Gender, she has trained me on how to take over Smith& Co Fashion like the Queen

Unlatching the front of it to lift the top half. Opening it for me. “I don’t feel powerful.” The truth was I felt anything but. Being naked in a crawl, wondering when he’d enter me and if once, he had me in the stockade, he’d leave me. “In what way could I be powerful?” “You, with this beautiful body,” He stroked me again. His hands framing the outside of my shoulders and following my curves down to the narrowness of my waist. “Have the power to free so many women. To release the girls, you care so much for. By offering to me what you guard so zealously.”

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

"You wouldn't know, but I would." "What is it?" Forest asked, and Elena looked at her curiously too. "Forest's basic form of power is the power to make people, especially women, admire him immediately. His master's level would no doubt be mind control. Once he increases his power, he would have charisma, Then unique control over people's ability to make decisions, before he finally reached his master level. His power only works on females though." Elena remembered the group of female kidnappers that had kidnapped Forest on their journey and how they were fawning over him. This explained a lot.

Power, she realized, wasn’t something other people handed you. It wasn’t in a man’s last name, or his blessing, or his body. It wasn’t in the empire built by men like her father and Mazzo. Power lived inside the smallest, most private space of all—the space between heartbeat and decision. That moment right before she fired—that was where it lived. She rolled onto her back and let the truth settle in like a second skin. Power didn’t scream. It didn’t posture. It was quiet. Certain. Absolute. And it would never leave her again.