Girl Power Novels & Stories

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

I say and rather than laughing at me, like I thought she would, she gets a wide smile and looks up at me with her twinkling green eyes. "Really?" She asks and I nod. "I really am a nerd, just like your friend said." I say and she shrugs. "I'm pretty sure Henry Cavill plays that game and he's Superman so if that's what a nerd is, sign me up." She says with a sly grin that has me chuckling. "You're welcome to join anytime. It would be amusing watching those guys try to adapt to a girl." I say, grinning at the thought. "What? They don't talk to girls?" She asks and I shrug.

Nathania was so shook from what she just witnessed that she stood by the door, watching him fight and thinking that the boy would be dead before he stops. “Don’t just stand there asshole, help her!” Xavier yelled seeing that the boy was doing nothing and it took him shouting at her for Nathania to know what to do. As she was helping Teresa up, her eyes were clouding with tears as she thought of what could have happen. What if Xavier hadn’t shown up and asked for Teresa, she would have never known that this was happening and even if she does, she doubt that she could have been able to fight off the boy. She may dress like a boy and act like one, but that doesn’t mean that she has their streng

Power, she realized, wasn’t something other people handed you. It wasn’t in a man’s last name, or his blessing, or his body. It wasn’t in the empire built by men like her father and Mazzo. Power lived inside the smallest, most private space of all—the space between heartbeat and decision. That moment right before she fired—that was where it lived. She rolled onto her back and let the truth settle in like a second skin. Power didn’t scream. It didn’t posture. It was quiet. Certain. Absolute. And it would never leave her again.

The fact that she'd given the neighbor's puppy cheese and was now, apparently, reconsidering her position was the kind of small domestic shift that felt, at four hundred miles away, enormous. I saved the photo. I sent back a cheese emoji and a heart. The second notification was from Sofía, a voice note, which Sofía preferred over texts when she had more than two sentences to say. I put my earbuds in. "Okay so I have information. Jess from the rowing team, you know Jess, she has the plait, she sits near the window in our biomechanics lecture anyway Jess told me that Petra Voss has been granted a full feature slot in the athletics department's end of season publication. Like a proper long form

"Maybe she has learnt her lesson that it's not good for a woman to behave like a man." Grace nodded, "you are right. Maybe this will make her understand that it's not good to be a tomboy, be it whatever reason she has. But her own case is different, we both know she is not a tomboy and the outside world don't even see her like that." "Yes, they see her as a man because no one knows she is a woman." Grace shook her head with a sigh, "Malcolm will kill me if he finds out." Evelyn chuckled, "you are his beloved sister, he will understand."

Hattiea then started taking long breaths while crying out loud while looking at the other person, Tiara. The woman who caressed her belly while blankly staring at her crying in misery, maybe that's what she wanted. Tiara was having the baby of her fiancé, she would now demand the rights as a partner not as a mistress anymore and that was why she was here to claim her rights. Hattiea still teared up in betrayal meanwhile looking at her, Jayson then decided to approach her yet again. "Baby i-it was a mistake." He spelled out with his broken voice, suppressing his sobs in the lump being stuck on his throat.

When I refused, she pinched Annie's cheek hard and threatened coldly, "Children this young are so fragile. If she ends up with a scar on her face… or maybe loses a limb, will she still be able to live normally?" I stared at her in disbelief. Phoebe was actually using a child to threaten me over a commission bonus. Annie was terrified now, crying as she called out my name. Phoebe snatched the bouquet from my hands and proudly handed it to Julian like she was presenting him with a treasure. But I barely noticed. I only looked straight at Phoebe and asked quietly, "If I write the resignation letter, you'll let Annie go. Is that it?" Phoebe nodded, mockery curling at the corners of her lips. "Be

It's heat spreading in her chest. You are doing good. Continue. It was Liona. Scar's wolf and she feels hope building up in her. Her wolf was not dead...she was always there. Hidden in the background. Soon Scar feels each and every cell in her body coming alive. A throbbing pain entering her skull. Body shaking. As she glows. " Leo... it's too powerful...I can't control it." Scar thrashes. The burning inside her too much to tolerate. To only find Leo speaking near her neck.

"Go on up now, sweetheart." She tugged on my hand, and I bent down so she could whisper in my ear. "If he’s mean to you again, tell me. We’ll use girl power—like in Endgame." I laughed despite everything. She’d watched the movie three times in a row, obsessed with every moment the women of the team took charge. The smile faded as I turned back to Helios. He was watching me with a hard, unreadable expression. He took a slow breath and glanced toward the stairs.