Novel & Cerita Strong Woman

"Spare us the speeches. This is a warrior's ground — not a poetry club." Some of the older warriors chuckled under their breath. Jo ignored them, her voice rising: "Strength is a girl who keeps fighting after everyone tells her she’s worthless. Strength is surviving — when the world tries to crush you. Strength is standing back up after every slap, every insult, every heartbreak." She swept her gaze over the field. "Anyone can swing a sword. It takes a real warrior to carry a broken heart — and still keep marching." Silence. The trainer shifted, annoyed, but said nothing.

Now that I realized he does not care a bit about me, why let him have his way? We females are the gender of strength we are mighty and brave. We are like a flower that does not think of competing with the flower next to it. We don't have to play masculine to be a woman of strength. Our strength is our voice, our vocal cords. We are queens and queens are not scared of fighting with their voices.

“What do you want, Carly? I will do it for you.” I chewed the inside of my cheek. “I like you.” “Yeah. You kept saying that.” “I guess I just didn’t know you wanted more than spending your weekend with me.” “And now?” “I don’t wanna be your damsel in distress.” “As far as I know, you are the strongest woman I’ve ever met. You left the people who judged you to stand on your own. You live alone for the first time, even if you can’t even crack an egg. You stood for your best friend. You fight for your job. I think you are awesome, Storm. That’s why I like you. I saw not only your looks but also a woman of power, strength, and determination, and you are sweet and forgiving.”

🌷 M O N G R E L 🌷 "Strong women are not simply born. We are forged through the challenges of life. With each challenge we grow mentally and emotionally. We move forward with our head high and a strength that cannot be denied. A woman who has been through the storm and survived. We are warriors!" .•●•. ⚘The Elamite Empire ⚘ "Just.... why?!" Arianna screamed, her wolf surfacing and it was only just by a thread that she was holding on and keeping control.

Flustered she prompts the girl to be quiet and apologises for her nosy question. “Please, I don’t mind at all, I call it being curious. Yes, I am just like you and I am still a Guard member. If you always train hard and listen to your Mother as well as your Trainer you can be anything. We She-wolves can be just as strong, if not stronger than anyone.” I smile at her. “Not as strong as the King.” She hides behinds her Mothers leg who is rather shocked that her daughter would say something like that.

Luna making the first step, took a glimpse around then rushed towards the marked woman with a punched but it was blocked using her huge sword as the force from the impact still sent her flying out of the window, immediately, Luna followed her by jumping out the window also. “I will not allow you to mess up my King's room!” she yelled with a fist held up high, falling towards the marked woman. The marked woman landed with her huge sword thrusted to the ground, glanced up at Luna coming down with rage in her eyes and fist. Her eyes dilated as she swiftly avoided the impact that hammered, rupturing through the ground causing a mini earthquake. While inches away from the impact, the marked woman

“Plus, you being a man or lady doesn’t truly define who you are. It is what you do that does. And in a world like ours, it is what you can do to stand through a storm. Maybe, once upon a time, it was a definition of strength, but you need to remember that history does have the strongest of women as well.” “Oh really?” “Yes. There are princesses and queens who made the world bend the knee to their will. There are queens who fought their own battles. And there are men who called themselves kings when they hid around and about doing nothing but get drunk, fuck, and do nothing more than watch a few consorts dance around for their pleasure.” I said calmly, watching as she put her book down. She s

he stopped at the door to look at us again. "What?" Viper asked. "She doesn't need us. Neither of them do. All we do is bring them down. They are too good for us and I think that deep down we all know it. That's why we ordered them around. That's why we kept them at arm's length. That's why we treated them like they were less than us. Just looking at them showed us what real strength is and we all know that deep down we are weak." he half smirked and shook his head.

Every eye turned to him. “My mate is not weak,” he said. Voice deadly quiet. “She’s survived things that would break most wolves. Poverty. Loss. Discrimination. She put herself through college. Takes care of her dying aunt. Faces hatred every day and still shows up. Still fights.” He looked around the room. Meeting eyes. Challenging. “That’s not weakness. That’s strength.” The woman looked away first. “Anyone else?” Thaddeus asked. The other two declined to speak. Smart.