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

They had no choice but to be calm in the presence of such power. Moira’s gray eyes stared into hers, and Luna found herself hit with a mental punch to the gut from the force of power in the eyes staring at her. And Luna knew all the magazines and newspapers hadn’t been lying when they said Moira Lake was a ‘powerful woman’, she literally carried the power in every inch of her body.

But those lean bodies with bulging muscles were a treat for the ladies as one after another peeled themselves out of their T-shirts. When the guys passed by without shirts, Sonja would whistle, and the other girls would make remarks. "Hey, good-looking, you're so tall and fine." Or the girls would say, "Are those pecs real or painted on? You look so tight. Can I touch that?" winking, "Lord, you're sexy!"

My sister Vera and I had both mated with the Alpha candidate brothers and gotten pregnant almost at the same time. To help our respective mates fight for power, we—once inseparable—had been at each other's throats all over the pack. Five months into our pregnancies, the pack was attacked by rogues. Of all times, our mates were out hunting with the pack, leaving the camp's defenses wide open. Vera grabbed me and ran desperately toward the forest. In the endless chase, we tumbled down a cliff together. Blood poured from my lower belly, warm and relentless, staining the snow red. Trembling, I sent a mind-link to my mate, Kevin, begging for help. He cut me off five times before finally picking u

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.”

"But Imogen? Whatever you decide about the boys, whatever you decide about your place in this pack...remember that you have power now. Real power. Don't let anyone, including yourself, convince you that you don't deserve to use it." After she left, I stared at the closed door for a long time. Power. The word felt foreign on my tongue, like speaking a language I'd never learned. For six years, I'd been powerless, at the mercy of pack politics, cruel gossip, and the Williams brothers' whims. Now, apparently, I was the Goddess's chosen one, wielding magic that could break ancient blood contracts and make Alpha heirs tremble.

“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.”