Read Women Novels & Stories

She rolled her eyes, Rhye being this sweet was like knowing that women didn’t want a partner that could communicate feelings or sympathize with emotions; they just wanted someone who could bench press twice their body weight, and that was a fact. Thanks to Hollywood's romantic Christmas movies. Sometimes she wanted to blame those movies. Women expect too much yet she was not complaining now. But she knew, werewolf males were like some hot male leads in a romantic novel where the handsome man was over six feet tall, had dark hair, tattoos, and so much testosterone-inflated muscle that he had to walk through doors sideways and who talked less. Not to mention that Alpha Rhye was superior to any

When women are oppressed, it's tradition. ― Letty Cottin Pogrebi “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ― Margaret Atwood “Life affords you infinite possibilities to pay more attention to what is actually happening. Not just around you but what is Inside you.” ―Jeff Warren

I yell pointing a finger on her forehead. Rossette loves to think she is the boss of everyone. When she talks everyone must keep quiet and listen to what she is saying. When she says jump we must say how high. I don't think a woman like me could ever control me. I won't be controlled by a woman especially Rossette with no morals. She sleeps with everything that walks in pants. She is not afraid of cheating on her husband with us watching. She has no self respect. She is an hungry girl from the township who saw Riaan as her mine of minerals. She is a gold digger.

The man supplied the fake name he had used in booking his room. Mary smiled seductively at him and replied to him. "Okay Adam." She said with a sexy voice and winked at him. "Do you want to see me tonight after your return? In your room to have me all to yourself?" She added ignoring those around her as she pointed to her big cleavage which she opened a little bit by the time she had finished her statements. She was a beautiful lady and has the shape of eight(8) that guys would love to date her.

His wife and kids were abroad so he lived alone, while she came for housecleaning she ceased the opportunity to go through his books, at first they were too hard for her to comprehend but considering she had been a science student at her secondary school, she quickly grasped it and everyday after cleaning she sat down and read the chemistry and biology text books One Saturday, he had called for her duties and when she hurried over, it had been to clean his lab which was always locked, she was fascinated by the place, it was the feeling one had after watching a movie, then seeing an actor from it live. Every single chemicals she had read about and seen in the books were right in front of her

Adriana gasped, expecting what she believed he wanted, "wait, What!" "Yes, the park. I think it will be relaxing for you." Nathan answered, getting comfy close to her. "Ok, is that all?" Adriana was frankly disappointed. Men hardly understood what women want and when they want it. "Yes. Is there something else you want? You know you can ask." She didn't miss the hint of sarcasm. "You jerk!",She jokingly threw a pillow at him before angrily turning away. She wasn't going to beg! "I don't see what's making you so angry? Well... I have to tell Rodriguez I won't be at work tomorrow."

My jaw clenches so hard it hurts. "This bastard." I continue reading, my rage mounting with each oppressive statute. The further I go, the worse it gets. Some laws practically treat women like livestock. Others treat them as property to be used and discarded at will. One particularly vile passage suggests that a woman's worth is measured only by her ability to produce healthy male offspring, comparing a barren wife to barren soil—useless and deserving of abandonment. I slam the book shut. The sound echoes through the office like a gunshot. "No wonder this pack is a mess."

The rain had slowed to a whisper by the time Amara found herself back in the study. The sky was a bruised gray, thick and low, pressing against the windows like it wanted to see everything inside. Inside, she felt the same weight she had felt all day—a quiet, tense gravity that seemed to pull at her chest.

"You're right, I don't care, maybe that's why I've searched for you like a freak for years," "Jayce…," I mumbled not trusting his words, he has been searching for me but why? "You know what, leave, I don't care like you said," Jayce said walking towards his bedroom without even turning a glance at me, locking himself inside the room. I stood there dumbfounded silently, watching Jayce in all pain and anger. He was waiting for me, searching for me but why. People say women are hard to read but as a woman, I say that men are harder to read because at least we women cry and are not scared to show our emotion that is hiding beneath our heart, but men just keep silent hiding their pain and anger,

"If I'm reading this kind of stuff, then so what?" His look darkened. "Books like that are only for married ladies, not for single ones." "Who says I'm single?" She raised a brow. "I am to marry the King in a few months. I am a betrothed woman so technically I am not single but taken. Besides, what's wrong with single women reading this stuff? Most women will marry eventually. We need knowledge, my lord. Men explore before marrying, why can't women do the same even just through books?"