Girl Power Novels & Stories

I rub my face with irritation, not at all having the patience for story hour. “Get to the point,” my mom shouts, making me crack a smile. Always the spitfire. I thought that’s what I was getting with Dakota, and probably one of the biggest reasons I fought so damn hard to win her over. I need a female with fire, with heat and grit. Someone who doesn’t back down. But one fucking pretty boy comes along and makes eyes at her… I look down at my hands and they are in solid fists. Maybe I should have really fucked up that stupid Poindexter.

The would guys often 'mistakenly' smashed the ball her way. She was finally able to convince everyone of her abilities when she beat them up one by one using the ball. She always treated others the same way they treated her. She was much ruthless in her revenge. The guys might still hold back some force since she was a girl, but Mira didn't. From then, they knew that although she seemed delicate, when she was holding a ball, she could even make someone lose their teeth.

“You still don’t even realize the power you hold, little goddess.” “That’s where you’re wrong, though,” she said, shaking her head and looking at him with something close to pity. “I am powerless. I may have the blood of Selene, the blood of the gods in my veins, but that is all I have. I have no gifts, no powers, no abilities.” He cackled. “The power isn’t yours to use, silly girl. It’s the power you give your mate once they mark you. The power that strengthens him, strengthens his pack and makes them all better than any other.”

"People like who?" Iris laughed, soft and dangerous. "People like me, dear. I own twenty-five percent. My sons each own ten. The remaining twenty-five is split among various board members and investors." Her eyes glittered. "Your thirty percent makes you the largest single shareholder. Congratulations. You just became the most important person in the room." Derek's jaw tightened. "She doesn't know anything about running a company. She's an accountant, for God's sake." "A very good accountant," Nina's mom spoke up suddenly. "Nina graduated top of her class..."

"Oh... okay... of course." "There are people out there who want to see you fail, and they look at everything that has happened in the past few days and think, 'Oh well, look at how much publicity she has got.' And all I can say about that is that none of it is worth spending a second of your life feeling powerless. And if there is anything that this has taught me, it is that I can choose not to feel powerless," she looks at me. "And I am never going to let that happen again." I take her hand. "Nina is the most powerful person I know."

She would gather the strength of the community, empower them to stand up against these thugs, and expose their illegal activities to the authorities. ‌ Although she couldn't change the past, she was determined to shape the future. Virginia knew that even in her seemingly powerless state, she held the power to inspire and mobilize others. She would ignite the flame of resistance and rally the villagers to reclaim their rights and freedom. ‌ In her heart, Virginia knew that power came not only from position or title, but from the strength within oneself and the unwavering belief in justice. With every step forward, she would defy the odds and prove that even the seemingly powerless could make

I could feel their love and support regardless of who was standing in front of them. “Because that isn’t really what I am seeing right now,” Claire crosses her arms as she leans into one of those metal beams we use for our training. “What I am seeing is a bunch of girls trying to play some kind of strong independent women but don’t really have the power to be one so what they do is lure them instead, making sure that their target is powerful so that they can gain access to that power. In other words, you are nothing but cheap whores.” The tension in the room is palpable, and I have to give my teammates the credit that they deserve for holding out all the aggression they have against Claire a

I knew this was the time to get them to see me and make them wonder who I am. “First I want to commend everyone who has given their opinion. I enjoyed every bit and can say my perspective has been further enlightened.” I paused just for effect and then continued immediately. “For me, power isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it’s the quiet things like the way you hold yourself when no one believes in you. The way you rebuild when life knocks you down and expects you to stay there. Real power isn’t about controlling others, it’s about mastering yourself...” I went on and on, while the room went still.

Caleb Wallace was born with an unusual pair of eyes. Whenever two had slept together, he could see a red thread connecting them on their heads. Because of this ability, he'd witnessed more than his share of filthy secrets. When he was 10, another red thread suddenly appeared above his mother's head. She had always been the perfect wife and mother, yet the man she'd been having an affair with was none other than his father's brother. After his father was told the truth, the man abandoned Caleb and, consumed by resentment, hanged himself at home. When Caleb was 15, he discovered that his school's kind and compassionate principal had red threads connecting her to several male students. How

Silence falls over them. Then a woman—almost in her late thirties—steps forward confidently. “Power is the ability to do whatever you want,” she says proudly. I nod. “You’re right,” I say evenly. “With power, you can indeed do whatever you want.” I take a step closer, my heels clicking softly against the ground. “And one thing I would want to do,” I continue, my voice calm but firm, “is use that power to rip you off your job.” Her eyes widen in shock.