Phenomenal Woman Analysis Novels & Stories

Her clothes were disheveled, her makeup was smeared, and she could feel his cum drying on her thighs. She looked at her reflection in the mirror by the door. She saw a woman who was being used, a woman who was a pawn in a powerful man's game. But she also saw a woman who was surviving. A woman who was getting exactly what she wanted out of the deal. And she knew, with a certainty that both thrilled and terrified her, that she wouldn't have it any other way

“Only if you want to, of course.” If this were any other woman, I’d say she knows exactly what she is doing. And maybe she does. Maybe women have an inherent ability to turn men on with just a look or a couple of words. But this woman, she will be the death of me. But what a fucking amazing death it will be.

I feel bold, and I approach a middle aged female. "Hello. I notice you are dressed lovely. I am not from here, nor familiar with these buildings. Do you know any affordable buildings to buy attire from?" I curse myself for my stiff dialect, but communication with most humans still makes me nervous. "So formal and charming. Yes. That dress is overwhelming my dear. But let me let you in on a secret." Her mouth scratches wide and she leans into my ear. "Everything I wear is thrifted. Bargains, honey. Let me put you on." I grin at her playful demeanor and happily trot along to wherever this alpha lady leads me. Her presence is demanding, and people acknowledge and take note of her as we pass. I

He was still the Casanova I used to know. As the woman descended the stairs, I couldn’t help but take her in. She was striking, with thick eyeliner framing her sultry eyes and lipstick so red it could set fire to a room. Her skimpy dress clung to her voluptuous frame, leaving little to the imagination. She smelled sickly sweet, like candy, and her breasts strained against the buttons of her dress, threatening to pop free at any moment. I glanced down at myself, a pang of insecurity washing over me. Was I not enough for him? My fingers unconsciously traced the neckline of my blouse. I took a deep breath, straightened my back, and raised my chin. If this was the game, I’d play it.

How could he look at her, the woman who had stood by him through everything with such cold indifference and blame her for all their failed attempts at having a child? The thoughts gnawed at her and she got up and started pacing the room frantically. She felt a mixture of sadness, anger, and betrayal. She had given everything for this marriage and he had just turned and blamed her for all of it. At this point, she could not help but wonder how long he had felt this way. “How could you say those things to me?” She whispered into the silence, Derek’s words replaying in her head. The way he rushed to her side, held her, and defended her was an image she wished she could get out of her head. If s

she warned while I wondered where Derrick gets such women. “I think you're getting things twisted. Derrick and I are just—" "I'll fight every odd for that man. You have no idea what you're messing with.” The woman was about to walk out when Derrick walked in. He looked confused the moment he placed his eyes on the woman. “Stella is everything OK?" He looked at me before the woman turned around to say my name. “Stella," she whispered as if she knew me. “I think you should resolve your issues. I don't know why she's attacking me," I said before the woman rushed to suddenly hold my hand.

He offered. Men were easy to manipulate, they were so gullible, it disgusted her. Women were stronger, men were weak, emotionally and physically. They all thought with one thing; their sexual organ. She almost spat out disgustingly. "You'd rather I become your hoe over collecting a three million bribe?" Rob skovich's brows furrowed in confusion, "a three million bribe, I wasn't offered no such amount" Munawarrah stared in confusion before realization dawned on her, Samuel Joseph, the bastard!

Radon, Just let me do this , you're gonna be there and if things go wrong, I trust you to kick a lot of ass. Radon huffs and shakes his head. What's the big deal seriously? she know being a seductress takes a lot and She have never done something like that before. What does it even take? Wear a skimpy red dress , guys like red a lot. Nice stilettos that will bring out the legs , a blonde wig because it fits every female version of a criminal really good. Smile , flirt and smirk and tease. Bad point , She've never flirt with anyone before , never tease anyone. Damn , Radon's got a point. " What are you thinking?"

I offered thoughts when required, nodding where appropriate, leaning back when they started circling one another like perfumed sharks. And then she spoke. “I’m just not sure that particular face is… versatile enough to represent the modern woman,” came a voice like cool silk dipped in venom. I turned toward the source. The woman was exquisite — in that too-perfect, too-cold way. Sharp features: high cheekbones that could cut glass, a sculpted mouth painted a shade of wine-dark red, skin like porcelain. Jet-black hair slicked back into a knot so severe it might snap if she moved too quickly. Eyes the color of storm clouds. Her beauty was the kind that made rooms hush — not because it was invi

But this strange woman had managed to provoke me- not once, but twice, and in such a short period of time. Who was she? What gave her such audacity and boldness to face me? As I pondered that thought, I came upon a realization that jerked me out of my reverie. Suddenly, I let out an amused chuckle, nodding my head and clapping my hands in understanding as I had realized what was going on. The strange woman's game plan, I had it all figured out. She did all that because she knew daring to do what other people had never done would make me think about her; and she had succeeded as for a little while there, the very thought of her had consumed my mind.