Girl Power Novels & Stories

"The girl...she has a rare gift. The protection gift. Anyone who tries touches her intimately against her will feel unbearable pain." My mouth fell open in shock at his words. A protection gift? Me? Zephyr's words reverberated in my mind. So that's why he had collapsed the moment he tried to force himself on me. As the truth sank in, a rush of excitement filled me. I wasn't just some helpless girl anymore. I had power. Something unique and precious. For the first time, I didn't feel afraid or vulnerable. I felt strong.

Unlatching the front of it to lift the top half. Opening it for me. “I don’t feel powerful.” The truth was I felt anything but. Being naked in a crawl, wondering when he’d enter me and if once, he had me in the stockade, he’d leave me. “In what way could I be powerful?” “You, with this beautiful body,” He stroked me again. His hands framing the outside of my shoulders and following my curves down to the narrowness of my waist. “Have the power to free so many women. To release the girls, you care so much for. By offering to me what you guard so zealously.”

And dad seemed like he wanted to intervene but thought better about it. “What? Did I say something funny?” “You actually kinda did... what makes you think you and I are friends?” she smiled... well it was more of a smirk... a devious mocking smirk, “Other than the fact that you and I share the same father... we are not, in anyway, related! No friendly connection, nada! And you don't get to act like we're pals, understand?” “Max___”

I turned to look directly at her, “I think we’ve just been forced to forget that we are all the same species. There isn’t any real reason why all women couldn’t also shift.” “It would be a neat trick if there was a way for all of us to learn whatever your pack seems to have figured out,” she sighed, “but I understand the strategy and politics of keeping pack secrets.” “It’s not some kind of power play,” I frowned at her, “I think that having a female Alpha has just given the women of our pack the ability to empower themselves enough to accept that they can have a wolf of their own without giving up love, or children.” “You really believe that all of us are capable of accomplishing as much as

" He waves me off. I shake my head and go into the house. In my room, I kick off my heels, pull off my skirt and blouse and throw on some old coveralls and a t shirt. I throw up a blank 12 inch by 24-inch canvas. Filling my oil paint tray, I press play on my Bluetooth speaker. The hard guitar starts 'Just A Girl' by No Doubt. "Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights

BORN BY POWER : CHAOS AND APOCALYPSE Song of Choice : Nil Author's Choice : Dangerous Woman By Ariana Grande Word Count : 1.43k Feedback :

"Right now all I've got is a rumor, a crater, and a servant girl who flinches every time someone raises their voice near her. I don't believe that's the whole story. Either you're a coward who's forgotten how strong she is, or you're something the entire Council should be terrified of. I want to see which." The word coward lands exactly where he means it to. "I am not a coward." "Prove it." "I don't answer to you." "No," he says, "but you'll answer to that." He nods past me, toward nothing, toward everyone, toward every version of me that has ever apologized for taking up space. "You've spent your whole life letting people decide you're weak because it's safer than letting them see otherwise

He had taken an urgent team-building order from a large company that afternoon, earning over 100 dollars just from the delivery fees and tips. Watching him drive away on his motorcycle, I smiled involuntarily. My "powerful words" used to be a knife hanging over others' heads, a jinx that only brought disaster, but after leaving that dark place full of suspicion and malice, the power had transformed into a blessing that could bring good fortune. The wind chimes jingled, and a beautiful woman in plain clothes walked in. She was the young police officer who, despite the Shaw family's pressure, had insisted on collecting evidence to uncover the truth in the emergency room corridor.

A single photo on the wall: her standing in front of a crowd, mid-speech, eyes burning bright with truth. And on the desk? A small card. Welcome home. She sat down slowly, pressing her palms against the wooden surface. This wasn’t a title someone gave her. This was a title she earned. And in that moment, Ava understood something she never had before: Power wasn’t about volume. Or money. Or controlling the room. Power was being able to walk into any room as yourself and no longer needing permission to stay. She opened her notebook. And began to write

The sudden noise attracted a crowd, but no one dared to help as Janice radiated a powerful energy field, keeping everyone at bay. She looked down at me crawling on the floor and asked indifferently, "You heard everything?" "Janice Zeller! That's my power! You actually stripped my power from me and gave it to Chad while I was unconscious?!" I clutched at her pants, my heart tightening with unbearable pain! "Chad needs the power more than you do. Don't make a fuss." "That's my power! Mine! Why didn't you give him your own power? Why take mine?"