The Last True Female Novels & Stories

It was enough to show how determined she was. "By the way!" Samuel suddenly remembered something and said in amazement, "You have a child now. Will it be possible? The True God will be Nian'er." In Samuel’s view, although he was not the star hero, at least Yvonne was a key figure. Han Nian would have half a chance to become a True God. Yvonne shook her head directly and said, "No way, because the real god can't be a girl." "Why? Can't women be True God?" Samuel asked in confusion. The separation between men and women was just a cost, but the gender did not mean ability.

She really made a big splash on the battlefield, she was the only female participant since 10 trapping competitions, the only female to win first place, and the only one to catch 30 hare in the first game. Definitely, her performance on this day will be recorded in the history of the kingdom. Not only because she won first place, but also because her actions echoed the king' s call to "think outside the box". This phrase refers not only to the rules of the competition, but also to the concept of grade-based discrimination that has remained unchanged for two hundred years. It seems that Cynthia is bound to the bill to abolish grade-based discrimination. That' s what everyone thinks, but what

~Jude’s Point of View~ I felt like I was gliding around, practically floating. What was it about this girl last night? Well first and foremost, she wasn’t a girl. She was a real woman, a female with soft hips and tits, and ass I couldn’t get enough of … and her moans … and fuck the way she responded to me was so genuine. Most women just over exaggerate it all, fake screams and bullshit because they think that’s what I want to hear.

Working together to bring me to an intense orgasm. It’s pretty rare to find a female mated to two or more males. For several decades it has not been heard of. The last Alpha female to be mated to multiple alphas was Lady Chloe Gomorra, she was the last female protector and the bravest and fiercest warrior the kingdoms has ever known. Such rewards are bestowed upon the most powerful Alpha female by the moon goddess and I am neither a protector nor a descendant. Chase and Ellie's ceremony is tomorrow. Fortunately for me, I won’t be there to witness it because my blood is considered impure and capable of contaminating the entire ritual process. I have never participated in any blood binding cer

“I’m the real heiress of the Grant family.” “No way!” Yvette screamed, protesting, but then she realized we were not at the orphanage. She clamped her hands over her mouth and shook her head in panic. “You died so horribly in your last life. Ms. Hovard had to collect your body. I got there too late and only saw your ashes. And now, you’re saying you’re the real heiress? Who are you trying to fool? No parent could be that cruel to actually kill their own child.”

"You know I can't-" "Then how can you expect the same of me?" I argued. "Because I'm female? Because women are known as the epitome of sacrifice and compromise?" I tried to calm down to prevent further strain on my shoulders, but I couldn't. Looks like some beliefs never change. "I've worked very hard bringing this pack together. I hadn't wanted this at first, I was happy as a lone wolf...but then people started following me, trusting me, depending on me...and I couldn't turn my back on them. I'm dependent of them as much as they're dependent of me." I urged him to understand. "I created my own pack, Rhys. And I'm staying with them. You wanted the whole truth...this is it. I’m not going to s

Investigation procedures were refined, reducing the likelihood of miscarriages of justice. No one could now deny she was a good person. No one could say she wasn't a heroine, regardless of her flaws. I couldn't determine with certainty whether my longing for her stemmed from physical attraction or emotional connection, but I knew without doubt that I would visit her again. "Jade Clemens, you brave woman—we still have a long future ahead of us!"

A brush rests on the dresser, strands of dark hair still tangled in the bristles — strands that must be over a century old, yet preserved by some grace of the house. Everything whispers of a woman’s touch. Rowan’s voice has none of his usual swagger. “She died a hundred and twenty years ago. The last female wolf ever born to this land. Our people shut the room and left it… like this.” Kevin runs a hand along the dresser, leaving a streak in the dust. “We grew up hearing about her. Not her name, even — just the last one. Like she wasn’t a person, only an ending.” Elias studies the faded dress, his expression thoughtful. “But she was real. She lived in this room. She slept here. She laughed he

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said

Solace seemed to believe that the only way to motivate us was to keep death constantly in front of our faces, a thing that was always waiting, always hungry, always watching. Maybe she was right. Because as the weeks went on, we stopped being a group of shocked survivors and started being something closer to actual fighters. Not good fighters—we weren't anywhere near Solace's level or even Vex's. But competent enough that I could spar with someone without immediately disarming myself, competent enough that I could actually hit a target with a bow, at least occasionally.