For Women Novels & Stories

Weeks slipped away in the blink of an eye. Ruby's mission to date a hundred guys had already gone well past the halfway mark. In her dorm room, she hung a canvas featuring a countdown from one to 100. Every time she "conquered" someone new, she crossed off another number. Not only was Ruby sleeping with different men frequently, but she also refused to use any protection. Whenever anyone reminded her, she'd merely respond with mockery and disdain. At that pace, getting pregnant was almost unavoidable.

"She won't....don't you remember what your daddy said?" "But I want her to." "I do too." It was difficult to make Kenneth understand, difficult to understand herself. And it didn't seem to be getting any easier. If death had to steal a life, then it should have been her the Grim Reaper had sought. Natasha had a responsibility, husband and children. Her sister has been gentle and sweet, full of energy and life. Everything about her states joy. While Samantha was the complete opposite, her hair plain brunette, brown eyes, crooked nose with her thin lips. Natasha's 5'9 inches height wasn't to compare with her 5'3.

As she orders that every time she visits first of all. Giving a weak smile she dug herself in it and stared at the scenery in front of her eyes blankly. Was this how I wished for my three month anniversary to be? First, he didn't answer my calls or messages. And now he injured himself. Why??? Because... Words didn't come out of her as she herself wasn't aware of it. She never gets why men get violent whenever something big or small happens. Why there jealous and insecure always even when there is nothing to be so? While women despite of having reasons can't be jealous or insecure or insensitive and impulsive?

He stated. “No! No! No! It’s not true that a woman can do what you’re doing! Especially carrying that food, it’s easy!” I tried to pick it up again but I failed. Even if it’s Tit’s son, I’ll shoot it! “Why! Who did they do to you? A woman, right? Who gets pregnant? Who can cope with the pain of contracting the cervix to be ready for childbirth? Aren’t they women? And who is the one who gives birth? Baby girl and boy? Aren’t women, women are more productive because they can give life to the world by getting pregnant and their uterus! So women are stronger and more productive because they can cope with every disease by contracting their muscles during menstruation and taking care of their chil

All I can say is that we sealed them down and rescued about nine hundred women ranging from the age ten to thirty thirty two, either in one or half pieces without their legs or hands. It was the sight of them without their body parts that compelled me to close down the business of supplying women. They are not objects born for our recreation. Or for any men. Women have their own life and free will. They are not to be objectified. It saddens me to think that so many women over the decades have lost their lives and freedom just because some horny wolves desired them.

her voice rose, eyes red from anger. "Your the legal wife. You should've just mop that woman's face on the dirt! You have the rights! And also, we're already im the 21st century! Being a fool and blind even if you know that your husband's cheating on you is not the trend anymore!" she said, shaking in anger. "I-it's not that easy..." "Tss. Where's not easy in that? You should've report it to the police so you could file a case of adultery! My God, Meredith, you were not raised by your parents just to get cheated by that man!" she said impatiently.

A tear tried to escape, but my questioning look gave Mariah a chuckle that made me laugh. “Men, are a bunch of pussies. Women can take more of a beating when it comes to our bodies.” Mariah pulled a kit from under the counter, filled with decorated small squares. “If a man had to deal with this, they would be huddled in bed for days until it was over. Not us, not us women,” she hummed, helping me get dressed.

She will be a hero like Nuri, fulfilling her dreams and building her army. "Women... who are women?" I muttered, thinking for the first time. "Women are women, we are just ourselves. Before we were daughters, wives and mothers, we were independent people. No one can ask us to do anything just because we are women. We have to live like men, to fight, to participate in politics, to work hard, to earn money, to enjoy pleasure, such as s.ex. If there are any rules in the world that are meant for women, such as chastity, then we will break those damn rules."

“Women ARE so many things. That’s it! I mean, we’re doctors and lawyers and teachers and firefighters and so on.” My mind flashed back to my marriage with Jordyn. I’d been a homemaker after we married. I’d run our house, booked our appointments, organized charity events. Other women did that, too. They spent their days running their kids around to activities, and still managed to get a hot dinner on the table. Those women were just as strong and powerful as career women, in my mind. “Let’s circle back to this idea of strength and power. It’s something all women have in common. No matter their chosen field. Women showcase their strength in different ways.”

Be the woman worthy of your mates. Fighting!!!