Girl Power Novels & Stories

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?"

"What's a good woman?" She wasn't even sure why she was entertaining this conversation. Maybe because Hilary kept shouting about wanting to join the military. Maybe because beneath all the arrogance, she was still just a stubborn kid. This time, Hilary answered without hesitation. "A good woman? Of course someone like my idol-the Commander of the Obsidian Unit!" Her whole face lit up instantly. "Cool, powerful, absolutely badass. She commands armies! She's strong, fearless, and ridiculously awesome! She's seriously the coolest woman alive!"

“And you’re the girl always hiding behind her camera, acting above it all. We’ll make it work whether we like it or not.” Phones flashed everywhere. Students pushed closer, filming every breath. My skin crawled. “Stop recording right now,” I snapped at a group of girls holding their phones high. “This isn’t real. Delete it.” One laughed loudly. “You two look like fire together. Already trending. #RinkRomance couple goals.” The producer appeared at my elbow. “Miss Chen, the announcement is locked in. Contracts are waiting at the house. Smile for the crowd. This is blowing up online.”

She’s so pathetic. From left to right, I swayed my hips as I walk with grace. They were staring at me as I walk across the corridors. That’s it, kids. Look at me and let my presence intimidate you. She thinks that I’ll walk in shame like her. There’s no way. Wherever I go, I’m dominant. She should also learn that. If I were to become a woman, I’ll be a woman with honor. Now that I’m literally a woman, I’ll walk with a crown on my head.

June Fortunately, I am paired against a guy. Relief slips through me before I can stop it. It is not that I look down on girls. Strength is not owned by any gender. I have met girls who can knock the air out of a room with a single punch. But I know my own power. I know how much force I carry in my limbs, how quickly instinct can take over.

"I get it, Shirley, you don't respect me, but I've got dreams too. "Yoel, better stick with the principessa's advice. I'm just a nobody with empty pockets, no help to your big plans..." She did not even finish before I felt a shove from behind.

She dismantled the myth that strength required armor. She redefined power as softness, as vulnerability, as voice. And somewhere in that auditorium… Someone decided they were enough, just as they were.

Because far away— A girl was learning how to control a power that could change everything. And here— A king had just decided not to stand against her. But not fully beside her either. Not yet.

Kiera gasped when she realized that it was the body of a deputy that patrols near the playground. “W-who are you?” asked Kiera. The woman stopped walking. Keira can finally see her face, it was heart-shaped, her skin was as pale as death, and her stares were like blades that can pierce the flesh of a human body. She’s got blood all over her arms, her mouth, her face. “I am the one who can give you power,” Kiera’s eyebrow scrunched, the word power echoed through her brain, it was like a trigger of some memory she had. “Power,” Kiera repeated. The word was like a song flowing in her brain, making her submit.

They were all dressed up, smiling, eyes bright in a way I hadn't seen before. "Hannah!" The girl who had made the original post ran up and hugged me tight. "You were incredible! Those guys got what they deserved. Some of their companies are on the brink of collapse. Serves them right!" The quieter girl stood nearby, a little shy, watching me. I walked over and gently ruffled her hair. "Thank you for speaking up." She shook her head, her eyes a little red. "No, I should be thanking you. If it weren't for you, I don't think I'd ever have the courage to talk about any of it again."