Novel & Cerita Frailty Thy Name Is Woman

“Thank you. What are your names?“ They hesitated for a few seconds, and then the older one spoke. “My Lady, my name is Joan and hers is Edith, and we're both your personal maids.“ Freya nodded, feeling relieved that she had two people to talk to before the unknown doom befell on her. “ I'm Freya; you both can call me that when we're alone.“ They seem to exchange looks before replying in unison: “We will, my Lady.“ Freya sighed. “You just called me “My Lady” again.“ Their movements on her body immediately started to slow down and Freya realised she was making them feel uncomfortable. She was deliberating if she should ask them about her mysterious husband. “Can I ask you both something?“ “Any

Vanessa’s son was already living under the same roof as me. Now another woman wanted my husband. How much more heartbreak was I expected to survive? Outside, David continued knocking desperately. “Mira please open the door.” But I couldn’t. Not anymore. How much more heartbreak was I expected to survive? Outside, David continued knocking desperately. “Mira… please open the door.”

Do not be shocked to hear this from a woman because i am one of their kind, i am not just a woman but a mother, not just an ordinary mother but one with courage to bear and forebear the worst things in our planet and a good mother and i am an African woman, i beat with my hands to my chest i am a proud African woman. Do you remember how i talked about the other gender that they call man? So also i should have to talk about my own gender and kind. Many folks thought that a woman is fragile but i reprimand you, a woman is never fragile and is ever unbroken, do not misinterpret my very words, the only part of a woman that is most fragile is the heart of a woman...and please do not break it. Do

He seemed frozen for a second before pulling his hand away, like he had been struck by lightning. “Pissy, we have known each other for a while. Do you trust me?“ Fortune, the intruder, asked. He looked around carefully to make sure that no one else was listening. The man who had been locked up, the one who had been referred to as Pissy, seemed a little offended. “I trust you. Just don't call me that name…” Fortune smiled. “I don't even know your name. And… you are so fragile. Anyone would think you are a woman . That is why I called you that…” he smiled victoriously at his selection of the name. “I am here to help you.“

Serenity brought her hand over to the table and knocked her knuckles. That got the attention of the elderly woman, and Serenity repeated her words. "May I get your name, ma'am?" The elderly woman stared at her in daze. "Am I lame? I am not!" the woman exclaimed, slamming her hand on the table. The things on the table shook. Serenity almost jumped up as well. She maintained the forced smile on her face. "Ma'am, I am not saying lame. I am asking for your name." "I am not lame! How many times do I have to tell you!? What a rude, young lady?" The older woman grew more aggressive.

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

“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.”

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."

“My name is Xylia. Tobias is my husband, and we mean you no harm.” This woman speaks as though she were hundreds of years old. She may appear human, but I don’t believe that she is. “What are you?” I whisper the words because I can’t seem to make my voice any louder. My head is so cloudy, and nothing is making sense to me. It’s time for my medication, but Thomas isn’t here to mix it for me. What will become of me if I don’t take my medicine? What will happen to Grace if I become ill?