For Women Novels & Stories

While the paint was a bit strange, it was clear to me that the artist was showing that women, in many ways, are still held back by these old ideas. "Women have come farther since then, but not as far as many would think. Women still earn about thirty percent less than men. They still do seventy percent more of the housework," I could almost hear Gwen's voice saying if she were here. "And while some companies fight hard against paying for birth control in their insurance plans, they have no problem paying for Viagra." She had told me that little fact during our Trivial Pursuit game at the cabin. She had shaken her head. "Women today still can't win. Men want to have innocent, pure wives, but

“Look at this! Read the chat!” Isis stifled a laugh as Astrid read the messages aloud. “Oh, my poor husband,” Astrid said, patting Donnovan’s cheek. “Don’t mind them. They’re just joking. You know your friends.” Then she looked at Isis. “There are three kinds of women, and it depends on who she is. First, the wild woman who will kiss you if you lick her neck. Second, the in-between woman who would punch you or run away. Third, the innocent woman who would blush.”

Weaker vessels or not, I wasn’t going to cry on a matter like this. “ You know this more than anyone, a woman is..” I cut in right away and recited the statement I had imprinted in my brain. “ A woman is meant to be submissive. She has no will of her own. She’s like a trophy, she brings honor and respect to the man who has won her, but can never come to exist without a potential owner. Is that it? Is that the reason why you ship off your daughters to men who they live every day of their life despising?”

I shot furiously. The men looked at me, taken aback by my words. But then one of them, Councilman Michael's wife, Michaela, stood up and began to speak. "Luna, I understand where you're coming from as a fellow woman myself," she said. "But you have to agree that my husband and the rest of the councilmen are right. Women are delicate and fragile, and we don't belong in the war field. We should be hosting parties in gardens and balls, not fighting wars or learning to throw a spade or hold daggers. That is not in any way lady like"

"Doesn't she need... like... stimulation or something?" Kelly giggled. "Orgasms for women are different than they are for men. There are physical orgasms that we get from physical stimulation, and then there are mental ones. Part of us achieving an orgasm is always in our heads. That's why you hear women say they aren't in the mood. It's not that they don't want to take care of their man, it's that they won't enjoy it because they're thinking about something else."

Steven notices this and sets down his pencil. “Something wrong?” he asks. I gnaw on my lip before answering. “Do you really think a woman can’t be a warrior?” Steven sits back in his seat. He scratches the underside of his chin. He looks incredibly uncomfortable. “Well,” he starts. “Historically, there’s never been a reason to have one. Women were always as less strong than men. Statistically, it’s true with about only thirty-percent of women being able to compete on the same level as normal men.” He cocks his head. “Warriors are the top tier men, amassing one-point-seven-eight-percent of our population. So to be a woman warrior, you’d have to be in the top point-oh-five-percent of all women

The only thing I know is that I want to live a life next to him, without knowing what will happen tomorrow, I just want to live day by day next to him. A weak woman is no shame to the women of this world. In movies and novels, we always see strong women, real women are not like that. Strong women are made, they are not born that way. Let's learn to open our eyes to the true women of this world, who sometimes have to learn the hard way, to know what we are.

more than just the W Series? "There is more..?" Jon took a small glance at Wild. "You didn't know? There is a lot more out there. All across the states and all across the world. It's more than just the W Series that's suffering. Elaine said that there were twenty-five other compounds out there with thousands of children like you." Wild's lips peeled back in a grimace. He'd been focused on saving his Series, his pack. He hadn't even thought about others. So many others, apparently. Jon and Elaine weren't saving hundreds of wolf hybrids. They were saving thousands of hybrids with various types of DNA in their genetic code. They were headed to one of these other facilities now. To one of the Se

Laura Exclaimed. The husband looked guilty and not only him, all the men in the courts looked tensed and her words really touched them. "A woman is a mother, a wife, a sister, a protector and a lot more that I can't list now, why do you think they should suffer when they supposed to be the one to enjoy the most, a woman have birth to you all, and a woman also have birth to your Alpha Vincent, if today you can be proud of Alpha Vincent then it's all thanks to his mother for giving birth to him, and today if you are going to be proud of me, remember that I am not different, I am also a woman too, just like your wives."

"GOOD evening, ma'am! Welcome back!" A woman in her early forties stepped out of a luxury car and smiled at the elderly man who greeted her. She took a deep breath and looked around the mansion in front of her. It was grand and screamed wealth and elegance. It looked like a royal palace that could capture anyone's attention—intimidating yet astonishing. It was larger than life but definitely appropriate for a woman like her. It was exactly the kind of place where she could show everyone her power and dominance.