Poems Of Women's Strength Novels & Stories

The women are covered in sweat and come, their voices hoarse, their bodies used to the limit, but still they beg. “Another! I need another!” “Fill me up! Please!” The power of it roars through my veins. This is my doing. This is my pack, unified, strong, taking what is ours. The women are not victims. They are celebrating. Their submission is a gift, and the pack is devouring it. I walk through the throng, my hand brushing over a heaving back, a trembling thigh. I own this. I own every sound, every shiver.

Every breakthrough she achieved was a slap in the face of this world. Every battle she fought was a new declaration: "A woman is not a shadow in a man's story." As her spiritual energy continued to rise, the world slowly realized... Far too late... That the most dangerous person beneath the heavens Was not an emperor... But a woman. A fierce cultivation story. A powerful heroine who never breaks. Sects, betrayal, and wars for supremacy. The rise of a woman toward the peak of the world. "If this world refuses to acknowledge the strength of women... then I will force it to kneel."

She sniffs, her face almost red with all the crying. "Yeah." Her words cut somewhere deep. We women are not strong? Well, I read a few books but none of them included women fighting with men in a war or something. They only fought verbally. So that is how it was back then? I believe it is something that has been going on for ages. Women are only verbally strong.

More and more of my attacks land as if she has abandoned her defense which was quickly proven. Using the length of her arm she violently shoved it into me with enough force to carry us across the field. My body felt the impact of a tree smashing and digging into me as she was crushing me with raw strength. I couldn't help but feel a bit of panic as I flailed hastily trying to free myself from her. She was crushing my bones the longer she held me here and that was when I remembered the power of her legs. While it was a long shot I still tried as I was beyond desperate. While it worked in theory I didn't have nearly as much power behind my legs to push as she did. Once more without hesitation,

He was still wondering how a woman will go through such experiences and still be composed the way she is. Dina was quiet and could not move from where she stood when she heard everything from her man. " How can a woman be this strong? I was still expecting you to come back so that I would tell you about the little moment she had with the women. If after going through what you just told me she still faced rejection from everyone, including her man during pregnancy and she is still alive, nothing can break her again." She couldn't believe someone would go through this and not kill herself.

She will watch all of them get confused, suffer and question their sanity. It was time for retaliation. Everyone will have to pay. "Did you put together my request?" she asked. "Everything is in order, ma'am," the old man politely replied. "Good." She walked into the mansion and smiled at everyone who greeted her. She gazed at the huge chandelier, sighed deeply and closed her eyes. She was transported back to the time when she thought there was no hope for her. There was a time in her life when she thought that the world was too cruel to her and she didn't deserve to live a happy life. She was too miserable and she could no longer see any reason to live. Who would've thought that she would r

he asked with an eyebrow raised. "She-wolves," I chirped. He tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. "I see where this is going," He groaned. "The power of women is highly underappreciated by many men," I said, repeating Ancesco, the coffee man's, words. "We can learn to fight too." "The battlefield is not for women," he said. "It's dangerous." "It's no more dangerous for women than it is men.” He sighed, "Women are weaker physically. No amount of training is going to change that."

What emotions did she experience? You won't take us.”. The sound of a deepened spirit laughter filled the room, and I was left feeling warped. "Do you believe in your love? Love is weakness. It's what makes you vulnerable. It'll not save you.”. "I stepped forward with my heart racing, my voice staying strong even as I faced the fear. Don't believe me?" asked one woman. Love isn't weakness. It's our greatest strength. We won't let you destroy us. This dark spirit figure sprang up in exuberant anger, crushing against the walls like thunder.'". Its force caused a shockwave that hit the tower's very foundation.? I sensed a dense fog of energy pushing against us, trying to break our skin.

" I just spoke the truth. Don't try and twist my words." " If that's the truth according to you then you are nothing but a snob. Women are stronger than they are given credit for. They are more than capable of being warriors if that's what they desire. They just need someone to believe in them and guide them. If they can carry a pup for months and deliver them safely, what's fighting in battle compared to that?" I respond. " You are wrong,young lady." The man counters, walking towards me. " Oh yeah ? Then enlighten me.how am I wrong?"

"Nikanya, to be strong in a man's world does not mean that you are not also female. It means you must be more ruthless than they. Women excel at this. Be sneakier. Be cagier. Be better. But do not shut yourself away. That way leads to loneliness and bitterness. A perpetually broken heart that withers and dies." A thump sounded down the line as if she'd just smacked a fist to a table. "If you want to cry, then shed your tears. But make the person who caused them suffer. If you want to change your mind, then head a different direction. And kill the man who tells you that you are being emotional. There is unutterable strength in being a woman. Even more in being a woman in a man's world. They a