Strong Woman And Weak Man Novels & Stories

I'm forcefully staring at some prick for twenty fucking minutes and feeling his nasty irritating glare all over my body. The creature known as men, are so fucking annoying. They don't know how to keep their eyes and the thing into their pants where they belong to. They'd run toward you like dogs if you give them a single positive glance. So fucking ludicrous. But here everyone thinks women are fragile and weak. Trust me, a woman can bring a man to fall on his knees with a single glance whether he's dangerous, inhumane or vicious; from a mighty king to a relentless warrior. And history is its biggest testimony.

Young women with a lot of curiosity, older women with cautious and intimidating words, and men with a strong and smart woman, who Adam said was like me, for them to use as an example of a good mate. Unlike the human race, where most men like to have a woman weaker than them so that they can be of help to her, the wolf race prioritizes equality. Whoever is stronger, be it the woman or the man, has the right to reject or accept a partner who is weaker than them. So, it is better to have an equal partner. Hence, today many people are competing to further strengthen their strength and that of their wolves. However, other factors, such as intelligence or cunning, are excluded. Those who are smart

I whispered, though the words tasted bitter. His eyes glinted. “Did your father tell you about the duties of a wife? To please her husband?” “My aunty did” I managed to respond. My father’s older sister had gone through the pains of enlightening me on the concept of sex and how a woman had no right to refuse her husband her body. When I asked her if it would hurt, she simply said a woman’s life is filled with pain and hurt. The difference between a weak and strong woman was one’s ability to endure and overcome such pains.

For a while, she was about to cry, but she stopped herself. She was always that kind of soft person, and now she is struggling to hide her weakness. I mean, in our world – kindness, softness, and everything related to feeling is a weakness that can be used against us. That's why we need to be the monster we are in order to get what belongs to us. "I've sent some werewolves to help the witches. It will make things easier for us if they succeed in killing the Hybrid. Liam for sure would lose it if something happened to his mate…" My mother was talking, while I decided to finish it for her,

"You've stolen away half of our Alpha's wolves, thinking you could build your own little paradise. I thought I would come here to find a strong Alpha, someone who would be worthy of a challenge from my Alpha. But imagine my surprise when I realize the Alpha of this foolish pack is a mere woman that too with a weak human mate!" His words stung, striking at the core of my pride. But I refused to let him get under my skin. I stood tall, meeting his gaze with defiance. "Strength comes in many forms," I countered. "Taking away people’s freedom and asserting dominance over the weak doesn’t define strength." The man's smirk widened, as if amused by my defiance. "Is that so?" he mused, taking a step

now I want a man, my man, my fated mate and I feel unable to fully claim him because I would be seen as a fake and phoney by all my fellow equal rights protestors. However, does me being with Ivan, wanting to be with him and sharing a life with him make me a weak woman? Does sharing my life with Ivan take away my ability to look after myself and be myself? Because I swear, I feel stronger for being by his side, he doesn’t take away from me, he enhances me. The first people to knock me down if I was to choose to be with Ivan would be supposed ‘independent women’, yet that doesn’t scream strength to me. It screams unhealthy and unrealistic double standards for women yet again.

Didn't she do anything regarding his behavior? "That means you are justifying the deeds of your son. He, asking for me to be his Slave was right?" I asked her. She stood up and walked towards the couch. "You, You are a girl. And a girl is never alone. She is the strongest creature on earth. She kills, sometimes with her beauty, sometimes with her power, and sometimes with her Brain. History is witness, Men ruled the lands, and women, Women ruled them. Women give birth to them and she is always stronger than them." She finished turning towards me and I stood up in respect.

I whispered. His eyes narrowed. “That’s bullshit. They’re one and the same.” “No. No, they aren’t.” I swallowed hard, holding that bond so gently, but so desperately. “Because power… power is about other people. Who you can order around. Who you can influence. But strength… strength is who you are. Cazz… You don’t lose it no matter how powerless you might be in the eyes of others. And you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.”

Big Sal said as his cigar ash between his fingers fell to the floor. “Haha, you are only half correct in your assumption of the man’s role. True, a man’s place is to be in front of the weak, for protection, not for dominance. It takes a strong woman to be beside the strong man and be equal in power. I don’t cower behind any person, and I build them up to be equally as strong as I.” Said Blake glaring at Big Sal. “I accept your challenge and hope you accept your fate.” Big Sal slowly got up. He was of solid stature and never lost to another in one-on-one combat. He smiled at Blake, whose sound body was too weak even to receive one of his hits, much less a slap.

"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