Phenomenal Woman Analysis Novels & Stories

She retorted with her lips curled up and her smile reaching her eyes. “You have such a beautiful talent.” The woman added with her eyes still looking at Reyna. “She has. I didn’t expect this either.” Niko joined as he stared at her. He was really surprised. Most of the girls he had been with would either drop the dress or just take it and complain later that it didn’t fit them, but she knew there was a problem with it immediately. “Have you gotten it down?” Reyna asked, jolting the woman out of her reverie.

Realizing I wouldn't budge, his tone sharpened as he tried to persuade me again. "If you won't answer it, I will!" I pushed his hands away and made a move to get out of bed to head for the door. Yet, he abruptly seized me, attempting to forcefully shove me into the bathroom. I tried to break free from his hold, but the difference in strength between us was overwhelming. As he was about to force me inside, the front door was kicked open from the outside. The very next second, a young woman in a white dress stormed in with several netizens, who were holding up their phones and livestreaming everything. The young woman was the original poster herself, a third-year medical student named Elowen J

The energy Nox radiated electrified me, bringing to life a forbidden desire that I didn't want to acknowledge. Successful women stood on courthouse steps and spoke with poise and determination. They studied hard, worked tirelessly, and made a name for themselves. Alex Collins didn't need a Mrs. in front of her name or a man standing beside her. She had a future built on her own blood, sweat, and tears. She shouldn't be a woman who melted at the sound of a deep voice. A successful woman didn't go to dinner with a stranger just because he told her to. Nor did they dampen their panties at the mere suggestion of what else he may tell her to do.

He hated it, he hated the fact there will be someone now with whom he had to share his house. Couple of minutes after being done marking the woman and taking his anger out, the angry Christopher pushed the woman down on her knees soon while he glared at her intensely. "Work this mouth where it is needed, than questioning shits!" Dominating aura filling the whole environment as he commanded his wish to the woman who only gulped while looking at him from down, he was one incredible man with charming guts. Christopher knew how to dominate and order. That's what attracted females. While raising her hands up to his toned waistline the woman pulled his sweatpants down, doing the same what he comma

That woman began to walk up but Davis stopped her to move further. Porishma looked at that woman again and observed her features. Her eyes were like an ocean, long slender neck and hands, slim body that held perfect curves in short Perfection. That woman was the epitome of perfection. Suddenly that woman looked at Porishma and asked her, "Who are you?". Davis's holds were tightened on Porishma's waist. "I am-", Porishma was about to introduce herself but that woman cut off her and responded with an evil smirk, "Oh wait I know who you are?".

For him she was still the woman who was thrusted upon him in the name of alliance. But that night when she called his plan stupid and glared him in his eyes, he had felt something. The woman was seething. And he would be lying if he said it didn't make her look hot. The reason was beyond him. He liked his woman submissive and obedient then why did he find her defiance so desirable? Why her annoying fire was drawing him in like a moth to flame? She is a sorcerer, isn't she?

"I'd surely like to give them a repeat of what happened a few years ago. However, I doubt they made it through my previous thrashing. There must be a misunderstanding here." All eyes were fixed on the woman, who was in her mid-forties but still strikingly beautiful. A palpable force emanated from within her, intensifying by the second and making it difficult to breathe in the office. Only the Alpha and I remained unaffected while other men dropped to their knees, clutching their heads under its influence.

But if there was one thing I knew about women it was that they practiced looking natural until they had it honed to a fine art. “Well, there had better be two beds.” She craned her long, elegant neck and lowered her eyelids, the light lashes fanning across her cheek bones. I studied her beautiful, haughty profile. Everything about her was designed to entice men. Even, I was discovering, her ice queen routine. She was a challenge, a challenge that roused something in the most primitive, unenlightened, masculine part of me.

The woman who has the power to change my entire life story, the one who could make me keep on living or die. The thought of it made me smile at her the more, I loved the thrill it was giving me. I wanted to see what she had to offer, I wanted to see how a frail woman like her would be able to conquer me, conquer Adonis Fenrir. Looking back at her, i couldn’t help but wonder how a weak human like her would tame a lycan like me, how a weak woman like her would bring about my utmost doom or my redemption

That's how deep she goes in me. Everything about this woman brings me peace and drives me crazy at the same time. It is this insane balance that keeps the fire blazing between us. It is her defying nature that ignites a fore within me, sometimes, most of the time it just annoys the fuck out of me. The power this woman hold is absolutely bizzare and I feel proud to be a man of woman like her. Fuck, yeah. I am her man.