Female Supremacy Novels & Stories

The dressing room had its own rhythm and I had long stopped fighting it. Destiny stepping into fishnets like it was nothing. Camille reapplying gloss with surgical focus. Two newer girls already in heels, laughing about something swallowed by the bass bleeding through the walls. Thongs on chair backs. Three perfumes competing. Skin and mirrors and the particular noise of women preparing for work. Nobody performed discomfort here. They had all made their decision and moved past it. I understand that now. I thought about Kofi while I adjusted my straps.

Don't let me down! Imperium Group was a client I had been managing for three years. Within the industry, it had always been renowned for a corporate culture that respected women's rights in the workplace and opposed gender discrimination. In a delicious twist of fate, their newly minted CEO, Cecilia Waverly, was a powerhouse of a woman who had once suffered from severe workplace discrimination. Lifting my gaze to look at the beaming man, I rose from my chair. "Rest assured, Mr. Hawthorne, I won't let you down."

" ​I gripped the blanket, my knuckles turning white. I had to craft a narrative that kept her from questioning me any longer. "It’s just... the pressure of the festival, I think. Hearing about the girls getting their wolves, finding their mates... it’s a lot to process. I keep worrying I won't be ready when my turn comes. What if the Goddess doesn't grant me a wolf? What if I’m just... nothing?" Maya laughed, You are just been dramatic, you will be fine

His voice boomed through the sound system, reaching every corner of the werewolf world. I could only imagine what the comment feeds on Wolf-Tok looked like right now. I turned my head and looked at Selena. She was slumped in the plaintiff's dock, her face a ghastly shade. Then she snapped her head up, a look of cornered, desperate wildness in her eyes that made even me pause. "No!" She threw herself at the microphone like a madwoman. "Even if you're a woman, you could have used an object!" "Plenty of Alphas use toys! You're a leader, you have money, you can get whatever you want!"

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.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

"Laine—" My face turned sour. "Don't call me that. You don't have the right to call me that again." Only people close to me had the right to call me that and after what I just witnessed, he already lost the right to that. He released a sigh of defeat. "Listen to me first." "Listen to you first?" My left brow raised high. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I shook my head disappointingly. "I saw what I saw, Tristan. You're enjoying my sister's body and no explanation will ever change that."

I spat the words at her. She seemed offended. “Was I the one that made you stick your d*ck into an ex-model and get her pregnant?” She countered. What the f*ck? Did she just march into my own house to disrespect me?

“The Phoenix Queen walks among us.” “I’m not here to impress you,” I said, brushing past them. “I’m here to stop the end of the world.” Council Chamber The chamber was cold, grand, and filled with eyes that measured my every step. “You trespass, Damian Gray,” one councilwoman said. Her name was Valri—half-fae, all attitude. “He’s with me,” I replied sharply. “And you should be more worried about the blood moon tearing a hole through reality than your petty politics.”

She giggled pulling a soft snort from me as the dark haired man quirked a brow in amusement, his lips thinning with restraint. He was holding back a smile and that itself felt like an accomplishment to me. "Men are all the same, neonata. They can curse but don't want us to because it makes us sound less feminine." She sassily added. "But I say fuck it and fuck their barbaric rules. They always assume that they'll order us to do something and we'd just comply. Idioti." She scoffed pinching the bridge of her nose in exsparation. "Let's go neonata."