Frailty Thy Name Is Woman Novels & Stories

🌷 M O N G R E L 🌷 "THIS WOMAN... Has fought a thousand battles.. And is still standing.. Has cried a thousand tears.. And is still smiling.. Has been Broken, Betrayed, Abandoned, Rejected, But she still walks proud.. Laughs loud, Live without fear, Loves without doubt, This woman is beautiful. This woman is humble. THIS WOMAN IS ME!" .•●•. ⚘THE VENETIAN EMPIRE ⚘

The woman , that was shining and covered by the strange purple fog started to pat Kiara's head in a gentle manner filled with care . " My dear child... " said that woman . " Please.....please.....help me....!....Don't leave me in the middle of all these painful memories...I can't breathe when I see them . My heart...can't take it....! " said Kiara with a faint voice . " Calm down , my child....Life isn't easy ! Only the strong ones survive . You gotta face your pain if you want to win the battle ahead of you . " said the woman in a delicate tone while looking at Kiara who was still afraid to get up from where she was .

Comforting and strengthening, When they fall and need help. Thank you, noble lady, For your unfailing love. We will always cherish you, As an inspiration and example in life. In this poem, we engrave your name, As a token of respect and gratitude. To a woman full of sacrifices, In a household full of love and happiness. You are an inexpressible story, Your kindness is boundless, like the ocean. In every smile you radiate happiness, As a woman who is strong in every struggle. Although sometimes it feels heavy and difficult,

Stella said Athena just ignored them , stood up , took the IVs , "What the fuck are you doing,?" Isa asked annoyed "What does it look like,I am getting out of this place ,it smells like pills" " But you are not strong enough to be walking around"Alex said " WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TELL ME I AM NOT STRONG ,SHOW ME A MACHINE THAT SHOWS MY STRENGTH!,OH WAIT YOU CANT BECAUSE THERE IS NONE...NOW DONT YOU EVER THINK OF DISPARAGING ME AND CALL ME FRAIL ONLY BECAUSE I AM A WOMAN,UNDERSTOOD ? "

I stood near the windows in a navy silk dress and watched Lucien move through the room with Isabella on his arm. She wore silver. He kept a hand at her waist. Every few minutes, she leaned in to whisper something, and he bent his head as if the rest of the world could wait. "Poor Grace Vance," a woman behind me murmured. "Not even married yet, and already replaced." "Moretti men like useful wives and fragile mistresses," another said. "She should learn the difference." I sipped my champagne and said nothing. A man from one of the smaller families drifted toward me with a smile too sharp to be friendly. "Miss Vance. Brave of you to come alone."

) While staring at the chain, I exclaimed to myself. "Don't waste your time, you can't break this chain... Your strength won't be enough to free me from this hellish prison!" the woman smirked, leaning against the wall. I couldn't help but frown because I was captivated by the woman. As a result, I leaned up against the wall and stared. The woman appears to be elderly, with gray hair and wrinkled skin. Nonetheless, she appears to be energetic. "This chain has snapped, and mere strength will not suffice to free me. The person who placed ne ib this laang has the power to free me... So the only assistance you can provide is to feed me "The woman stated that it was rather inadequate for a prison

Flavia replied honestly. "When she entered the hospital, her name was still Flavia Quirino. And after leaving the hospital, she removed our name and replaced it with Flavia Hampton. Their move is smarter than ours, Mrs. Quirino," Altezza quipped, nudging his wife's arm. Antony, Claire, and Gladwin burst into laughter, while Adaline just scowled at her husband.

I clutch the shawl closer as if it will provide me some comfort. "Keeva." "What?" I ask confused. "My name, It's Keeva," the prison woman tells me, and stands up shaking on her legs. Her condition is awful. Her body almost looks lifeless. No color in her skin. Dark patches near her eyes. Her body is so skinny that it feels like as if not even an ounce of flesh left in her. Her hair is rough and dirty. Above all there is no life in her eyes. She is looks like a living skeleton, with no soul.

"The corridor is not where you want to be when it happens." He goes back. I lie in the dark and wait. He calls again at seven-twelve. "A girl," he says. His voice has changed again — the rawness has resolved into something settled and enormous. "Six pounds eight ounces. She is — she is looking at everything. She's been alive for twenty minutes and she is already looking at everything." "What is her name?" I ask. "Frances," he says. "Priya chose it when Clara told us about the notebook. She said: that woman deserves to have her name go forward."

The words gave them something to hold on to, even if hope was fragile here. The pregnant woman sat down slowly, rubbing her swollen belly. “My name’s Marianne, she said, her tone soft but strong. “And this little one… she’s the only reason I’m still breathing.” “I’m Anna,” said the woman with short hair, the one who had first spoken. “The woman with a lot of skills. Guess now I just count seconds.” One by one, they began to introduce themselves.