Ketulusan Hati Wanita Novels & Stories

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

"Don't you see that the woman's angry expression is ugly, maybe it will increase the number of wrinkles on her skin." Keitha at that time also understood Laetus' intentions, beauty is something very obsessive for women and Laetus also succeeded in carrying out her intentions, it is true that she should not provoke the man, because maybe later she will be told back by him to the point of humiliation as was the case earlier.

shakily answered the woman; the sweat from her face dropped to the ground like raindrops. "The answer is really simple. It's because I despise the sight of them." The intensity of hatred that brewed in that woman's eyes was a sharp blade that could cut through steel. A flare of overwhelming power poured out of her, causing the room to vibrate and the glass to crack. The woman kneeling on the ground felt as if a hand was wrapped around her neck, squeezing the life from her before quickly vanishing.

Drex asked, confused. "Because you're annoying! You didn't even give me a chance to clean myself up." "I don't see the problem." "Ugh! Fine, since you aren't human, let me explain how a woman’s mind works!" Elea snapped. "Yeah, tell me." Drex sat down and started munching on a piece of chicken from her table. "Hey! That's mine!" "You have plenty. One won't hurt." With an annoyed snort, Elea began her lecture. "Women don't like being vilified for their appearance. They hate being called ugly or being insulted, whether it's directly or indirectly!"

asked Arga enthusiastically. “What for?” I asked back. “isn’t he the man you love?” “Yes, but that was then. Long ago it was his name that I always used in my prayers. But notanymore. My steps to pursue it aren’t as strong as before.” I explained. “Why is it like that?” “Because basically a woman’s heart is like a glass. Once it’s destroyed, it won’t be able to return to the way it was.” I replied dramatically.

Miss Tate, flabbergasted at what she had witnessed – Grace was always so respectful, kind, and sweet. “What happened to her…” she whispers under her breath. While strides forward, she brings the bottle to her lips once more. She is significantly underweight, but a werewolf so the alcohol only makes her tipsy. It would take a significant amount of alcohol to have her drunk. She makes her way up the mansion stairs, passing all the spare bedrooms until she stops in front of a pastel pink door with white daisy stickers on them. She looks at the door through her eyelashes, her anger-filled eyes soften a bit as she stares at it. Her hand reaches out for it but pauses before grasping the knob. Her

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

) “ㅋ! 우리의 희망찬 생각, 누가 우리를 원할까요? 그 여자처럼 흠없고 예쁜 얼굴을 가졌다면 원하는 남자를 가질 수 있어요!” (k! uliui huimangchan saeng-gag, nuga ulileul wonhalkkayo? geu yeojacheoleom heum-eobsgo yeppeun eolgul-eul gajyeossdamyeon wonhaneun namjaleul gajil su iss-eoyo!) (Haha! just our wishful thinking, who would want us? If we have such a flawless and pretty face like that woman, then we can have any man we want!)

"Being labeled as a mistress is also a form of defamation, isn't it? Yvie, why is it that men spread rumors about women, while other women join in and throw dirt at each other? Lately, I've given it some thought. If someone tried to drag me away someday, accusing me of being a mistress, I still wouldn't know what to do." I took a sip of my drink. "Society has long praised women for being pure, innocent, gentle, and obedient. However, these virtues also serve to shackle us with a reputation. Once a woman's reputation is tarnished, she's spurned by all. That's why attacking a woman always starts with her reputation."

"How could a woman with an appearance like hers possibly become my wife? My standards for women are nowhere near that low, Mr. Kusuma. She is still nothing more than a secretary responsible for handling my documents." Thump. Those words flowed freely from Kael's lips, striking Hellena's entire being like an enormous iron mace. Her full chest suddenly felt unbearably tight, as though every trace of oxygen had been sucked out of the luxurious room. The pain that pierced her heart was far greater than every insult Herry and Jessica had thrown at her earlier.