Frailty Thy Name Is Woman 소설 & 이야기

"To all men in the world… Think twice before breaking a promise to a woman. Never hurt a woman, because you never know what she may become. Their hearts are fragile; treat them like eggs. They care deeply about the men they love, but once you're off their list, your existence or demise means nothing to them anymore… "If a broken woman seeks revenge, be prepared to face the worst fate. Women are the salt of the earth; the sweeteners of the universe. Once they set their minds on something, they're unstoppable…

I murmured into his ear as the woman I’d picked reached me and timidly curtsied at me. “What is your name?” I asked her, taking a moment to examine her. The mysterious woman’s forehead was dewy with sweat, her rust-colored hair a mess, legs scraped up, and her face had been smeared with a swipe of what looked like mud. “Freya,” the woman replied meekly, and at the sound of her voice, I’d been caught by surprised when I’d felt a little twinge in my heart as she looked up at me, even in her soiled state. But I ignored it. Employing help wasn’t about pretty faces—dirty or not. I was about having someone to tend my wounds and room, and unlike the rest of the nurses, she’d looked like she had gon

My mother. Beneath the thick blanket wrapped around her shoulders she appeared diminutive, her vibrant complexion faded to pallor while her cheekbones jutted unnaturally sharp. Her brows remained slightly furrowed during sleep suggesting she battled invisible foes within her dream depths. The scene before me caused an unnatural heaviness to settle in my chest. What series of events led to this situation? The woman who once appeared undefeatable transformed into a fragile being. Her fingers executed minute twitches while a gentle murmur escaped her lips. Her eyes opened gradually with a tired haze yet they still held the familiar warmth I recognized. She noticed my gaze upon her and responded

“I wasn’t ready for how much I would need them until that moment, but honestly, the anticipation was worse than the actual event.” “It just feels so weak to need my bonds that way. To rely on them so heavily for… that,” I admit. “Needing people doesn’t make you weak, Harper. It makes you a female Grey, and there’s nothing more powerful than that. This is just who we are. There’s no changing it, and eventually, you’ll look forward to it. When you are ready to give the men you love a family, you’ll want it to come. And those men that you are surrounded by… they love you. It’s so clear to see. That kind of love doesn’t disappear when things get messy, it roots itself deeper.”

She's pale, a nd fragile. Fenrir pouts softly, mine.

Lying had never been my strength, and now, every word I spoke could shape my survival here. “Fraud,” I forced out, steadying my voice as best I could. The woman’s smirk widened. “Fraud, huh? So you’re smart with numbers, not fists.” She leaned in close, her breath reeking of cigarettes. “You’ll learn quick in here, princess. You either fight, or you bow.” My chest tightened. The other woman spoke, her voice calmer, more measured. “Leave her, Dara. She won’t last a week. No point breaking what’s already broken.”

Dale, still half-dressed, jumped out of bed to steady me. I slapped his hand away, leaning against the wall. "Don't touch me!" His face darkened, his voice shaking with barely contained anger. "You're rejecting me now? I never blamed you for your infertility. Have I ever let you down before this? And you know Cecily's husband can't perform. She is miserable. She is your best friend, but you don't care about her at all."

It still wasn’t peace, not yet, but it was something close enough that people dared to breathe easier. Viana stood outside the infirmary, her hands folded tightly across her chest as she watched one of the younger wolves help an elderly woman down the wooden steps. The woman walked slowly, but she walked on her own. Three days ago, she could barely move or even lift her head. Now she was complaining about the weather. The sickness affected every age. Young and old. “She threatened to hit me with her cane.” Fadrian’s voice came from behind her carrying that familiar dry amusement.

I am a woman who is learning to be confident and not let myself crumble easily in the face of adversity that comes my way. She is the woman Jareth deserves and the woman I need to be. Because the weak are bent and I already know how ugly that feels.

Raiden couldn't help but worry about the woman's condition. "You might as well take a good rest first. I haven't seen any efforts from you treating your wounds," Raiden complained to her, furrowing his brows. Fraise smiled at him and responded, "This will never be the cause of my death, sweetie." She tapped her partner's back. "So let's stop wasting our time and finish this test!" Raiden knew that he would never win an argument against Fraise. All he could do is let out a deep sigh, having the thought that he could never find a cure to her disease, which is called stubbornness and a high level of self-esteem.