Strong Woman Novels & Stories

"Let me go," hissed Chelsea, wincing in pain. She jerked her arm, attempting to free herself from Amora's grip. Yet her strength was no match for the woman before her. Despite Amora's slimmer figure, years of trials and tribulations had hardened her into someone much stronger than the average woman. While her strength might not measure up to men like Regis, taking on Chelsea was child’s play. ‘Damn it! How is she this strong?’ Chelsea fumed internally.

I look around to find an unoccupied patient room and step inside, then squat down into a tiny ball. “Justice, I don’t have the strength for this.” I squeeze my eyes tight and focus on her. “I just don’t.” “Calm your spirit, child.” She whispers soothingly. “The path to peace is not always straight and narrow. You’ve already proven it’s your intent. Stopping the immoral Councilwolf, sending warriors to stop Sinclair Snell, helping them when they come home, protecting our pack and family. You can do this. You already are. Mother gives her strongest warriors the most difficult battles.”

His dick continued pounding into her. He had gone harder, stretching her even more. She couldn't help but moan. This sound had him losing his mind. He went even faster, his finger stuck in her hair. "Fuck!" He cursed as his breathing turned rapid. His hand went down to spread her legs apart as she tried closing them, not being to take all he was giving her. "Don't close them!" He said between grunts. His hand went to play with her clit. It had turned swollen. With each thrust, his hand went in a circle on her. His rough fingers were soft on her, going soft but at the same time, hard. He knew his techniques. Her legs began shaking more as she was on edge. She was ready to cum. Her ey

If a woman is too hurt, the pain is the strength. Coupled with great anger, and maybe if released it will form a fire that is ready to burn. 'So don't try to play with me, Mas, my heart is satisfied to see it. "Hurry up, Ma'am! Quickly help me!" Oh shit! Tuti hugged me tightly from behind. Wanting to fight is difficult because his strength is also strong. Mbak Imar also ran over.

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

"Your child w-wants out...badly." "I want to p-push so badly...but I...can't!" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she panted, "Baski...! I have to...wait for Baski..." Pause, "Can't do...it alone." Vetta glanced at her face through heavy-lidded eyes, "You are the...strongest woman...I have ever met. You are what he...needs. A fighter, a healer, a Queen, and a saint...wrapped in one person. You must feel heavy... How do you get around carrying all those weights...?"

"No. Miss, a woman with a noble heart. And so strong in facing trials. God, do not give trials at the limit of human ability. God, give trials to Miss. The sign, Miss is able and strong to go through everything. God loves Miss." I shook my head. Who said I was a strong woman? I'm just a silly, stupid woman: a weak woman, a despicable woman who could only trouble others. Troubleshoot David, for example. "I'm just a naive woman. Stupid, stupid, whiny, and all the ugly stuff."

"I am the heir. But I don't know if I am strong enough." The old woman reached out, her frail hand resting on my arm. "Strength is not about never falling. It is about always getting back up. You have fallen, child. You have bled. You have broken. But you have always risen. And that is what makes you strong." I looked at her, tears burning in my eyes. "Thank you." She smiled, her silver eyes crinkling. "Thank me when the war is won." --- We broke camp quickly, the cold forcing us to move.

“I swear you’re the biggest half-wit I know.” “But… Why?” I mutter, more to myself than to Eli. “Contrary to what you believe, Lavender, you’re more than just a pretty face. You’re an honest, funny and stubborn bad ass, a killer combination for someone like Atlas, who’s spent his life being with fake women who would do anything to get into bed with him. Then he met you, someone absolutely adamant to not sleep with him. Of course it drove him crazy. Every idiot could’ve predicted it.”

She stood up suddenly. Switched off the video. Why does she sound like she knows me? Her chest tightened again. She grabbed a mirror from the shelf and stared at herself. She had won. Hadn’t she? She had the marriage. The children. The house. So why did it feel like she was losing? Victoria began noticing something else too. More married women were joining. Not just abused wives. But women who felt invisible, neglected, and replaceable. During one session, she said: “Strength does not mean destroying someone. It means refusing to destroy yourself for them.”