For Women Novels & Stories

women endure a lot; they do a lot for our realm, and we need to provide the conditions for them to be successful. As soon as the women from the WEC left, Vamir chuckled. "Well, that was fun..." he chuckled, telling me that he had called the initial carnage we endured. Those women had a mission, and they didn't care if I was the king or a pauper... they wanted answers and to be heard. After the meeting, I looked at Vamir. "We should read more pregnancy books..." I scratched the back of my head, and he laughed. "Most definitely," he laughed, and I sighed.

They were just women, and they were becoming friends. Wolf shifters were so different to the humans she’d grown up with. These women weren’t competing for men. They worked together and supported each other. Giving advice and commiserating over everything. Whether it was lacking a man in their life, to their pups growing up too fast, or even mates doing strange things. No subject seemed off limits, and it could end up as the funniest tale.

Martha asked “Well,yes. We settled our differences and he asked me to be his girlfriend. No,he asked me to be his woman.” Ann said proudly. Martha screamed excitedly. “I’m so happy for you.” Martha said “And,he apologized for not recognizing me when we met. He actually lost his memory of that night and the little he remembered was useless. He couldn’t find anything to trace me.” Ann said. She briefed Martha on everything that happened. The date,the settings of the place,how he apologized and lastly how he asked her to be his woman.

Rivers had a very strong sense of superiority. Mrs. Wang next to her covered her mouth and chuckled. "Mrs. Rivers, you are saying that she doesn't seem to have a husband to dote on her." Mrs. Rivers said sarcastically, "Mrs. Wang, how can you say that about her? She is a female entrepreneur. Does she need a man to dote on her?" Mrs. Wang deliberately said loudly, "Even the most powerful woman needs someone to rely on. Only women without someone to rely on work so hard.

“I want to know if the women here are allowed to train.” We reached the training ground, so I sat on a bench. Felly remained standing until I tapped the space beside me, urging her to sit. “The truth is, Luna… women are forbidden to hold weapons,” she said softly, eyes focused on the training warriors. “Why?” “According to our King, holding weapons is not a woman’s duty. Fighting is for men. Our tasks are to manage the home and care for the pups,” she explained. “It’s not because he thinks we are weak, Luna. He wants us to be safe.”

I wonder when the world will get to understand that women are the most fundamental inception of the growth of the world, While some believe that women are meant for the kitchen and running the household responsibilities, others insist that we don't deserve the right of choosing who we want to be. For ages, we have been fighting for the right to exist and in centuries we have succeeded in making a change, however, all our Effort seems to affect few as many people out there still see our gender as nothing but an acreage, some sort of dividend. I turn and give her a quiet long stare while she is busy inspecting the dressing on her injury. " If you don't mind may I ask you a question?" She curls

Some women are doomed to live alone. I was one of them.

Catherine blinked, thrown off and uncertain for the first time. “Since you’re the self-proclaimed medical expert here,” I continued lightly, “maybe you can tell me what all those have in common?” Her mouth opened, then closed. She faltered, eyes darting nervously around the table. “Well, they’re—uh—hormonal, aren’t they? For… women’s health and… conception?” “Exactly,” I said brightly, praising her even. “They’re for keeping the body healthy and fertile. Well, that brain of yours isn’t so empty after all.”

Not only the males but the woman have set new goals for themselves. The vote of the people are in my corner, and with it makes me a stronger Alpha.

someone noted. “No.” “Why?” “Because real women fight quietly,” Victoria said. “Drama makes noise. Strength builds change.” The room fell still. She leaned forward slightly. “No woman should accept disrespect in her home,” she continued. “Not emotional. Not physical. Not silent betrayal.” A few women nodded firmly. “You don’t beg for loyalty,” she added. “You require it.” The door at the back of the hall opened suddenly. One of the assistants stepped in, whispering something to Ada.