Frailty Thy Name Is Woman Novels & Stories

“A common little gutter-cat, marking up my son like he’s a piece of meat.” “I’m Jane,” I managed, trying to find my voice, trying to reclaim some shred of dignity as I sat shivering on the edge of the mattress. “And Frank... Frank invited me here.” She let out a laugh of mockery. She kicked my discarded heels toward the wall. “Frank is a man. And men are weak for a time when they are bleeding and tired. They seek out soft things to rot in. You are a soft thing, Jane. A distraction. A parasite draining the strength he needs to keep this family from the dirt.”

“I’m trying to find someone named Livia.” At the name, something happens. A small, internal tightening, like a muscle remembering pain. The eye holds mine. Then, with a slow deliberation that feels like a verdict, the chain slides free. The door opens wider. The woman stands in the doorway fully now. She is small, but not fragile. Her back is straight in the way people become straight when they’ve carried grief long enough that it turns into bone. Her hair is white, pulled back into a low knot. Her hands are thin, the veins visible under the skin, but steady. She wears a dark cardigan over a faded blouse, and her slippers make almost no sound on the stone threshold.

Despite the Alpha abolishing the pack rule for women not being allowed to fight, it did not diminish the disrespect we are subjected to long before. Ignoring the couple of pine-headed males who thought they were far better than the opposite sex by the pitiful evidence of one meatstick hanging between their legs, I made my way to the fallen woman. I crouched down to her level. “What is your name?” Her tear-struck eyes looked at me tensely, “Aubrey.” Curving my lips up, I extend my hand towards her, and she looked at it. “Don’t be afraid, Aubrey. You can do this.” I encouraged.

“To all men in the world… Think twice before you break a promise with a woman. Never hurt a woman because you never know what she may become, “Their hearts are fragile. Treat them like eggs. They care a lot about a man they love. Once you are off the list, your living and death have nothing to do with them anymore. They won't care, “If a broken woman wants revenge, prepare to face the worst fate from her. They are the salt of the earth. They are sweeteners of the universe. Once they set out to something, they are unstoppable unless they decide to show mercy,

She insulted and turned to leave. My blood boiled in anger, she insulted me and humiliated me and she wants to walk away like nothing happened? There's no way I'll let the insult slide, I am Kratis, my name wrecks havoc and fear everywhere, a little slut won't make me a pushover, I reached out and grabbed her shoulders, I wanted to punch her in the face so she learnt her lesson. Before I could realize what was happening; I was lying on the floor with few of my ribs broken, the woman had tripped me over and broke my back in three moves, she hovered above my body and sneered at me.

Her voice clearly showed that she felt pain in her head. "Good... That's why you're my favorite.." The woman spoke closely before she released her. "Anyway... What's your name?" She shifted her attention to Athena. "Athena.." Her voice lowered, but it was enough for their ears to hear. "Athena what?" "Athena McKinward." "Cool name, huh.." "Can you do me a favor? It feels so itchy.." The woman stretched her leg on the edge of the bed on the left side of Athena, with her hands in her pockets.

Anna called out to a man who had stopped nearby. Together, they lifted the woman onto the sidewalk. Rain dripped from the umbrella Anna held in one hand while the other worked quickly to bring the woman back to consciousness. A few minutes later, the woman groaned softly. “W-where…?” “You’re safe, Ma’am. My name is Anna,” she said gently. “You fainted. Do you think you can sit up?” With trembling hands, the woman attempted to sit, relying on Anna’s support. “Oh… the dizziness. It’s been like this for days…” She held her head, wincing.

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Just as I think of her, she walks in with a confused expression, accompanied by a smiling Claire, who didn't even catch my attention—it was Christine who did. This woman knows how to put a man in his place. She sways her hips in a knee-length, off-shoulder white gown that highlights her curves and makes the color of her eyes stand out even more. Her breasts jiggle as she moves. The things I plan to do to her once she’s finally mine—I can’t wait to have her here with me. Just the sight of her makes me feel alive. “Mr. Rains,” she says. Claire walks out, leaving me alone in my office with my angel.

The woman voiced out. Munawarrah sighed, "I've been addressed worst, slut, manipulative, cheap whore, husband snatcher... May I go on?" "You really are shameless" Amal said staring viciously at Muna. "I would've offered you something to drink but, seeing as you didn't have the simple courtesy to act classy, why then should I treat you like someone with class?" "Says the woman who has warmed the bed of too many men to be able to count so as to land her in this position."