Phenomenal Woman Analysis Novels & Stories

I got good abs and body that got both men and women drooling over me. So, why is her's is different. Memories of the past night flashe back in my mind as I couldn't help but smile. The girl was everything I wanted in a woman, I am no saint and I didn't also want a perfect woman. Infact, I wanted a badass woman for myself. All the stubborn behavior she's putting on as a red flag unfortunately isn't one to me but a green flag. The more naughty she is, the more enchanted I am to her.

“Our money… Mary. When we got married, we became one, which means your money became mine and mine became yours. So you bought them with our money, and my new wife gets them now.” She laughed. Oh! She had been a fool. What had she been thinking when she picked a wretched grape farmer boy and dusted him, dressed him to become a CEO of a company she had sold almost half her soul to build? What had she expected? She looked into the mirror and winced. Who was this haggard old woman that stared back at her? How had she been reduced to this? How? “I have transferred all your assets and cars to Selena. It's right that she has them all since you made her lose the most precious thing in her life. The

“Right, you’re doing all this so you can get a job with Brian.” He clenched his jaw. She couldn’t tell if it was disapproval or disappointment that flickered in his eyes. “If you want him to see that you are a wild woman, then you need to show that you are fighting off all the men.” “So, to get a man’s attention, I should show that another guy wants me? Great, I’ve just appointed you to be that guy. You’re staying. End of this conversation.” *****

“You can put anything you think best so far your husband likes it. If he desires your abject behaviours, it signifies that he had become a boneless sissy, and had forgotten his nature of breed. If he accepts your filths, it is because the university’s immodest way of living had crept on him, and had corrupted his innocence which he was brought up. Nobody would blame you. Well, I would believe you; a slight shift of character in a man would absolutely appear on his wife. If your husband would accommodate your filthy acts, it then reflects what was in him. I am sure after all your false appearance; you do not need me to explain how you look like a devil. When a woman puts so much artificial on

Her home life was miserable, so she had to find a sense of importance at work. Yvonne knew exactly how to deal with women like that. Nina had been the perfect example. Men were visual creatures. A woman didn’t need to do much at all. As long as she stayed beautiful and showed a little weakness at the right moment, men would naturally step in and solve everything for her. So what if a woman was capable? So what if she brought in one project after another? In the end, Yvonne would still be the one looking down on her.

Her voice sliced through morning quiet, firm, crisp, yet intimate—like she was sharing a secret she wouldn't share. "Her voice," she went on, moving slowly through the room, "is frequently misinterpreted. It is not soft. It is not melodic. Sometimes… rage. Sometimes, staying alive." She stopped walking, turned to the class, gazing at them. "Charlotte Perkins Gilman didn't write about wallpaper because she adored interior design. She wrote it because women like her were being confined—being denied their pain existed, their heads too delicate, their truth too careless." Some students nodded, interested. Some made notes.

My paws brought me effortlessly beside her clawed feet, the boys at our back. When we came back to our clothes, she shifted seamlessly; her body a lithe masterpiece. She was no longer the frail, sickly woman who had been returned to us, but a creature of innate power. Muscle and softness combined effortlessly into how I always saw her in my mind's eye: a woman of strength and infinite beauty. She pulled on clothes, as we all did, blanketing her form, but my mind couldn’t unsee the perfection she had become. I loved the woman beneath it all, and yet, I couldn’t be more enthralled with the ever-changing creature that she was, and the magic and power she possessed.

It was a formidable display of engineering. I watched her work. She was magnificent. Not the hesitant woman from the test kitchen, nor the shattered mother from the safe house. This was the other version of her, the one our pact had fully weaponized: poised, intelligent, radiating a steely grace that commanded the room. Men listened to her with a focus they usually reserved for balance sheets. Women regarded her with a new, assessing respect. She was no longer just my wife. She was my counterpart.

Was this woman an idiot? Saxon felt a slight anger in his heart. His foolproof pretty-boy strategy had suffered its most severe setback ever, which made Saxon quite annoyed. He had investigated this woman, and the information showed that she was lascivious, money-minded, astute, and capable... Almost none of these were good words for a woman. Saxon thought that her lasciviousness would be the most useful trait to take advantage of. Was he wrong to assume that she would take the bait with romantic words for the first time?

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--,"