Girl Power Novels & Stories

He over exeggerrates my power, like Dalia. "People of the soil, animals of the woods. Here is your queen. She has come to set us all free from the invisible chains that enslave us, the mental prison we are in, all because of one woman. The woman that has ended packs for powerful gain and helped kill thousands just to get a seat at the big table. Well, she made it to the table and was able to find Jeannie, befriending her and training her to unlock her powers." Reggie says to the crowd.

I said, “I believed them. I thought power was something other people gave you. A title. A bond. A curse. A prophecy.” I placed a hand over my own chest. “I was wrong,” I said simply. “Power isn’t what they hand you. It’s what you claim. For yourself. And then, if you choose, for the people you love.” I let the words settle. “I claimed mine,” I said. “On an altar. In a council room. In a hospital hallway. In a classroom full of sticky‑fingered pups. Every time I said, ‘No. Not like this,’ I was rewiring something that had been rotting for generations.”

It is another form of bowing, be like a Queen, be a Queen, be my little Queen, and speak, your mouth is not here to soothe anyone it is your weapon and your power. "Lead the way." My voice was strong showing my Authority. Mother told me that being a woman doesn't mean I have less power. Women who complain about not having enough power just haven't given it their all, those people are simply affected by people's opinions and words. And that is what my mother defines as a week. Not giving it your all and blaming your gender on it as an excuse for becoming weak. My mom is living proof that it has nothing to do with Gender, she has trained me on how to take over Smith& Co Fashion like the Queen

"Woww!!! What a girls, the way they were beating those boys was impressive - said reyan with an I-am-impressed look. "Yes these girls are amazing - said sharik with a smile. "Sharik, did you forget. You have a fiance, should I tell this to ramsha (sharik's fiance) that you are impressed with some other girls - said reyan teasingly with a smirk. "You bastard, I was just saying that those girls are really brave - said reyan shooting daggers at reyan. "God, stop fighting big brothers - said adam with an irritated look. Those girls turned towards us, I saw a girl in middle. She was really beautiful, she is the girl who was beating those guys with bat. She was a natural beauty, no makeup still be

Probably just to go head-to-head with me. Empowear was born, grew and established itself as female empowerment. Lingerie that makes a woman feel powerful, sexy, in charge of herself. But ever since Paul arrived with his men’s underwear idea, it felt like his goal was to kill off women’s underwear projects, he was swallowing everything. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said straight out, staring him dead in the eyes.

“Relax. Nobody will believe a word she says. I’m a respectable man, and she’s just an intern. Besides, we gave her the aphrodisiac, she’ll enjoy every second. So have your fun while we record it. I might even join in once you’re done.” Piper turned slowly, her eyes locked on mine. “Do you see now, Grace? This is what power looks like. No matter what you do, I’m always ahead. I have people backing me; you have no one. No one will save you. You’re just a disposable woman.”

“Please, my lady… help me. They’re torturing me.” Avery stood still, unsure. Sergei had granted her power—more than any of the wives. Even more than the first. She crouched slightly. “Try to stop looking so… wretched,” she said, but it came out colder than intended. The girl blinked, confused. “Fix yourself up. You’re not weak unless you choose to be. Don’t let them walk over you. That’s how they win.” The girl hesitated. “They have guns. Power. I can’t fight that…”

"My eleme⁠nt is power. Without⁠ it, I am noth‍ing." "That's where you're wrong," she said. She l⁠eaned back again‍st the car door, pullin‍g h‍er kne‌es​ to​ h​er chest⁠.​ "You‍ thi‌nk your powe‍r comes from you‌r money. Or your guard⁠s. Or⁠ your scary repu​tation." "Doesn'​t‍ i​t?"

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

He fought me for control, bit my bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, raked his nails down my back, and left me somewhere between worship and exorcism. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was raw, unfiltered, and honest—the kind of sex you write a confessional about, except I’m not Catholic and my confessions are between me and my right hand. He made me forget to be captain. He made me forget Tyson. For a few minutes, I got to be a guy who wanted a guy, not some high school stereotype playing varsity hero. By the time I make it to the rink, I’ve mainlined three cups of shitty dorm coffee and popped enough ibuprofen to risk liver failure. The locker room is a humid mess of equipment, Axe