Frailty Thy Name Is Woman Novels & Stories

She had hoped to win Robert’s love by then and take him to her maternal home with head high. But it seemed that though God had filled her brain and hands with creativity and talent making her crack one deal after another at work, her heart and brain were not at par, making them fail to recognize the conniving, cheating and greedy nature of Robert, his parents and sister. She had foolishly thought that she would be able to win them over by hard house and office work, but instead she had only reduced herself to a maidservant. Her once soft hands had calluses and nails had turned brittle and cracked due to washing utensils with hard detergents. And yet she was thrown out. She remembered the old

“You are strong. You are going to get through this. And one day, you will just look back on this day as a reminder of your strength.” I pressed my lips together, too emotional to even speak. She was already walking to the door when I called out her name. “Olivia.” “Yes.” She turned around to face me. I looked at her. Looked at the woman who had weathered so many storms in her life and remained standing. She was strong but soft. Wise, but still kind and compassionate. She was a woman who understood that frailty is not being weak. She understood what it meant when they say people are flawed but still worth an inch of you.

“It’s cute.” “Adorable,” the leader adds. “Human trash pretending she earned a place. Tell us how your name got in the orb, before I lose my patience” “I don’t know. I don’t ,” my voice comes out raw. The girl snorts and shoves me harder. “You’re not better than us,” one girl hisses. “You’re weaker. Slower and Fragile. You break so easily.” “One hit and your head would roll,” another adds. “Maybe we should test it.”

Her shoulders begin to shake, and her steps falter for a moment. She is breaking, and I feel every fracture like it’s my own. Nyxara moves closer. Her presence chills the air. “She is so very fragile,” she whispers. “She has lost everyone. Soon, she will lose herself.” I grit my teeth. “She is more than you think.” “She is nothing without you.” Her words strike a dangerous chord. They are sharp enough to sting, but false enough for me to crush them. “She is surviving in spite of me, not because of me.”

My name was Mandy Smith, and I was a hotel receptionist. At the same time, I was a lonely wife. My husband had not touched me in a long time. I had strong desires, and a long period of abstinence had left me squirming with discomfort. I looked at myself in the mirror. Men usually loved my full chest and beautiful bottom. However, whenever I wanted to seduce my husband with all my tricks, he would only glance at me coldly before turning around and sleeping.

"You're so different from other girls." I didn't know if I should take that as a compliment but it sounded differently. Like he was excluding me to the female population just because I act pretty mature for my age. It was kind of offensive. I just chuckled and shook my head in disagreement. "I don't like it when I'm being compared to other people because I think each and every one of us is different in some ways," I replied, folding my arms above my chest. "Every woman is different and they're unique in their own ways. There's nothing wrong with being a typical girl because being a girl is amazing, you know. It's empowering and we got to carry things other men couldn't handle."

Mystery woman ~“I have been waiting for this day ever since that day you threw me out your club.” Trayton ~“I should have kicked your ass on your way out but it seems today I might get another chance.” Mystery woman ~“I am glad you think you going to get loose.” Trayton ~“I don't think, I know. What is your name again? Alice?” Mystery woman ~“Try again.” Trayton ~“Fuck I know it was with an A. The sex must have been terrible.” Mystery woman ~“I thought what we had was special.”

She was a pretty thing but she looked at me like I was dead meat. "Hello, I'm Alpha Thomas. What is your name?" "Like it's any of your business but it's Sarah." she said with a flip of her hair. I ignored her and walked on. I felt her eyes on me as I walked away and tried not to tense from it. She was studying me just like Minerva. These women in this packhouse was flooring me in every way, like they were judging me.

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said

The pitiful vulnerability vanished from her face, replaced by venomous desperation. "You think you're so superior, don't you? Yes! You're the rich heiress born with everything! You look down on people like us who struggle just to survive! Zach was always beneath you. He lived like a servant! "With me, he could actually be himself! What do you know about real feelings? All you have is money. What else do you have?" Security immediately stepped forward to restrain her. I paused and turned back to look at her. I almost found it amusing.