Strong Woman Novels & Stories

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

a man said and she knows although she's weak she knew that she is there target she even cry from pain and from being weak, she clinch her fist in anger but she can't even do anything she's so useless at this moment. "Let go of me!!" She shouted when a man suddenly pulled her legs and using force to pull her jeans, she's struggling but she only heard laughing her eyes can't even open cuz of the kicking on her face she knew that she was about to be rape although her strength was not there she want to struggle atleast. She's crying and struggling she's so weak and useless she saw her little sister pulled by others but she can't even do anything,. She saw her father being killed but she can't do

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.

None of that had ever made me feel this alive; this undone. It wasn’t just because she was strong. It was the way she carried herself, her strength. Quiet, unyielding, and without apology. She was a wildfire that was waiting to take over towns. She is a fighter, not that she had something to prove. She was just something, someone I needed in my life. This soft, strong, and powerful woman who stood in front of me was just incredible. Looking down at her, truly looked, and everything clicked. She was MY difference.

"Everything. Why is she famous? Why do people still talk about her?" "Because she changed the world by choosing to fail. She was sent to kill your Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandfathers. She was a weapon, designed to destroy. But she chose love instead. And that choice... that single, brave choice... created everything we have now." "Was she strong?" "The strongest person I ever knew. Not because of power or abilities, but because of her capacity to choose, to change, to grow. She started as a weapon and ended as a woman who loved fully. That transformation.... that's real strength."

“No.” She gave him a sad smile. “No, I really don’t. Especially physically strong men – in my experience, they just use all that size and strength to hurt people smaller and weaker than them.” He sighed, suddenly seeing her innate and automatic reaction to him with different eyes. “I can understand why you’d think that.” She peered up at him, suddenly aware of what she'd just said. “Wait, Adam. I don’t mean you or Nick. I’m not implying that you guys would ever hurt me, or Mia, or anyone who wasn’t standing there in the ring, fighting you by choice.”

I stretched and felt strength return to every part of my body. My life had only just begun.

"You really think that means I married you for love? Please. Don't flatter yourself." Iris, standing there as if she owned the place, leaned in with her voice dripping sweet poison. "Yvette, you can't blame Richard. You should blame yourself for being so naïve. A regular woman like you could never keep up with his ambition. Me? I can give him Poole Corporation's power, connections, and money. What do you have? Love?" She snorted. "That won't even buy you a cup of coffee." Her words burned through me, making my whole body shake. My hand flew up, and I was ready to slap her across the face when Richard's hand clamped around my wrist. His grip was iron-tight, hurting me.

Just a gentle touch and a well-placed pair of scissors, and she crumbled the man said to be God’s strongest. Does that mean a woman's power is stronger than God's? If God made Samuel so strong, how come a woman was able to weaken him just because of sex? I didn’t need blades or sword, just like my mentor Delilah. I used my enchanting words, lipstick, my booty, patience, and a smile he never saw coming. That’s how I was able to clip the wings of Giveon Salazar, the man who thought he was untouchable. Call me Delilah if you like. I’ll even wear the name with pride.