Female Sans Novels & Stories

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.

Seeing my prolonged silence, the others exchanged glances, confused. The awkward tension in the air was palpable. Another pack member, a tall brunette named Sarah, spoke up, "Katherine, you shouldn't talk about such confidential matters so openly. Aren't you afraid someone might copy your process and craft the same stone?" Katherine smiled sweetly, her voice dripping with false modesty. "I only discussed the details with Emma. She's so talented, how could she possibly copy a nobody like me to craft her stone?"

I sigh as a bit of relief comes to me and I lay on the bank with my face close by the water, should I need to dip again. Movement catches my attention, and I snap up onto my fours and watch the reflection of a group in the water. I roll my eyes up to meet them. Several males, and double the number of females watch me. These wolves are much bigger in stature, and have much more weight than I. Even the females are sleek and healthy with strong bodies and round curves. Something I've lost much of in my journey. I would do well to handle one female alone, there's no chance of me surviving this group.

I could tell it was a very bad word. In a heartbeat, the room filled with more than two hundred pre-teen girls grew quiet altogether. All eyes were on her, and how could they not? It was so weird to hear someone actually speak out her mind, at least here. Because here, women's opinion is supposed to be like the dark side of the moon; it exists, yet it is never exposed. But Sam was not the modest dark side of the moon. She was a proud Sirius A; a beautiful, free spirit we can't afford, Sister Cecilia said.

"If entering the entertainment industry and acting aren't what I should do, then what should I do? Should I stay at home doing nothing every day and watch you with other women outside?" "Can you stop being so unreasonable? Hannie isn't like those other women, and she won't become one of them." "Even without her, there'll be others. Moreover, she's even more special than those other women," Amelia fearlessly retorted. She had no idea what he meant by saying that. Just because Hannah was different from the other women, did it mean there was no connection or ambiguity between them? "You say she's different from the other women, but look at the recent news. I can't find any rumors about you with

The invitation from Alpha Lucy to join an outing for high-ranking females from different packs left Sophia both excited and intrigued. The opportunity to connect with other powerful women within the supernatural community was something she couldn't pass up. As the day approached, she found herself eagerly anticipating the experience. On the day of the outing, Sophia prepared herself with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The event held the promise of new connections and shared experiences, but being surrounded by so many accomplished women also brought a touch of apprehension. She chose an outfit that exuded both confidence and elegance, a reflection of her growing role as Luna and the pr

Seraphine was stunned and mumbled, “How would I feel if you were a woman? Would u still be attracted towards you? Hmm! Makes me truly curious.” That’s when her attention fell on Kayden who raised an eyebrow, and she felt helpless. This situation—she didn’t know what to feel about it. Although the tension was high, she didn’t exactly feel awkward or uncomfortable; in fact, she was shy. Finding the surroundings to be a little too quiet, Seraphine clapped her hands and giggled. “Guess what. I am a female. Surprised, aren’t you? I can’t believe this disguise is truly perfect; even you were not able to look through it.”

that's stupid, he thought. "I-i" he felt nervous, what would he say? Heck he doesn't even know how do they measure it? Is it by numbers or alphabets? "Ma'am it would be better if you say your cup size and bust size too!" the sale's girl said while looking at him. now what does she mean by cup and bust size? Are they even different? "See she has such a pretty face but poor girl has no luck in girl's assets. Pfff" two girls who were a bit far to them stood there laughing at Tristiana that is actually Tristan who is in his own dilemma to even consider that.

He was watching her the same way he had earlier—like he was trying to understand something that didn’t quite make sense yet. And suddenly, the room felt smaller. “I do my job well,” she said carefully. “I know you do.” Another step closer—not physically, but something in the air shifted, tightening, narrowing the space between them in a way that had nothing to do with distance. “That’s not the same thing.” Amara held his gaze this time. Just for a second. Just long enough to feel the line between them—clear, defined, immovable. And yet— “I should get back to work,” she said softly.

I nodded and said slowly, “How exactly does a woman harass another woman?” The entire room fell dead silent. Even Drake was stunned. “What did you say?!” Fiona looked like she had just heard the greatest joke ever told. “You mean you’re a woman? Hah! If you’re a woman, I’m President Trump!” The crowd under the stage burst into laughter. “Has he lost his mind?” “He’s ditching his own gender just to get out of trouble!” “This is killing me! With how he looks, he still has the nerve to claim to be a woman!”