Strong Woman Novels & Stories

My lips trailed his soft cheeks to his ears and I bit softly on his lobe while my hand moved to the back of his dark tendrils. My fingers ran through them, giving a slight tug and they were just as soft as I imagined.  My free hand trailed down his grey jeans, stopping at his crotch and I placed a soft grip, earning a moan. "What was it you said again?" I rubbed him through the fabric, his cock turning harder. My face remained nonchalant like wasn't openly groping and caressing his cock.  "I think they went around the lines of not being attracted to me." I let out a chuckle at the irony. "I never said that," he voiced between a whimper and a groan With one hot breath, I mumbled easing i

The ‘weak Omega’ that the little bitch chose to reject was anything but. “You didn’t tell them?” I asked her with a smirk, amusement dripping from that simple question. “They didn’t deserve to know,” she said plainly with her own amusement. Her eyes held mine, and I was a goner. My respect for her just increased even more. I could guarantee that she put up with their shit, but they did not break her. It was impossible to break someone who held true strength within them. I did not mean physical strength because could be learned. The strength of her character exceeded what any physical strength could ever be.

“ Your mom feels you are disrespecting her because of me? She says. “ I am not disrespecting her, I am only telling her I love you and that is the truth” I said and intertwine my hands with hers. “ Maybe I should go while you focus on being with the stronger one” she says. “ No, you are not weak, you are the strongest woman that I have ever met, you have been through a lot from your tender age , you got pregnant and have a children and you were ready to take up their responsibilities even when you are not sure you can , you were sent to jail and you took a risk for five kids and even with me you still want to find them, what can be more stronger than going through that he’ll at a very tender

The woman's beauty, her grace, her gentle demeanor - it was all clear now, and the little mystery that had been puzzling me was finally solved. "She was a great woman", Zayn said and began to tell me stories about her. My imagination began to paint a vivid picture of Adrian's mother in my mind. I pictured a woman with fierce determination and unwavering strength, like a warrior goddess from ancient times. I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for this incredible woman. To me, Adrian's mother was a hero, a symbol of strength and perseverance in the face of adversity.

"How about you? Don't you want to stop? After all, this is just because of your dream. My child, you're a strong woman. You don't need a man. You don't have to make your own weakness. You are powerful on your own. You don't need a family." "What?" I suddenly consider slapping him but that might convince him to withdraw his blessing. "I know I'm a strong woman... but I'm not a martyr. The common definition is exaggerated. And I define mine. Yes, I'm a strong woman because I know how it felt to be weak. I'm not rising consistently, I do fall sometimes. I'm not doing this for myself. I'm doing this f

As strong as possible, the woman tried to look strong again, because for whatever reason she hated it when she looked pathetic in the eyes of others. "Do not give up. I know that sometimes the universe is not on our side, and you also know that the world is sometimes more violent than we imagine. But I'm sure, you are strong because until now you can survive. Out there, no one will be as strong as you. I'm proud, Reya. Keep being strong to prove to the universe that you deserve to live and get happiness." she said convincing Reya, who was now really moved to hear it. She immediately hugged the woman who was also follow crying.

"So? Pregnant women don't work? You want to excuse laziness and paint it as pregnancy abi? Women of even nine months in the village, go to...to far away to fetch water and you Madam, we should spoon feed you because you are pregnant." "Jude that is not what I said and you know it," she sobbed. "The last antenatal I went for, it was Okon at the gate that took me. I haven't been eating well because I can't do it all. I need my husband... I need you," she said.

She had power to sway his people. "Men have always ruled with an iron fist for years. Not saying you guys are doing a bad job at it, but the women can be just as powerful and strong and righteous as any man that ever lived. Queen Elizabeth I, Catherine the Great, Sojourner Truth, Rosa Parks, Malala Yousafzai... Past, present and future. Women have changed the course of history more times than anyone can count, and for the better." Lily let out a breath, "A man is considered strong with a capable woman at his side, but a woman is strong regardless of having a man." Lily looked at the women as the room fell quiet around them.

It only made sense for him to overpower her. The only one who was physically equally as strong as him was Adonis. He was the only one who could protect her. Some women hate the idea of being saved by a man but truthfully, biology doesn’t lie. No matter how strong a woman is she could never physically win against a strong man unless she knew martial arts and mastered the weak spots a man has, even still, she needed to be against a man with no fighting ability to win. To have a strong man by your side, in her case, Adonis, was lifesaving, quite literally.

“Don’t ever say that to yourself again. You’re a modern woman who is never ashamed of what she wants in life. And that’s what makes you an incredible person.” I snorted. “Do you know you sound ridiculous, don’t you.” “I don’t think I am. Which hospital?” “I wish I share your confidence, Forrest. At the Central.” I wiped my face again. “All I know is I’m a weak cold bitch. I don’t filter, and I laugh to hide the pain. I’m sure you know that. Don’t you think I am so pathetic?” Forrest shook his head in disagreement. “Well, you don’t know yourself at all. Someone said a strong person is not the one who doesn’t cry. A strong person is the one who is quiet and sheds tears for a moment and stands