روايات وقصص ضمن The Myth Of Male Power

“You’ll realize that despite all of the males’ aggression, my aggression, you’ll find that is the she-wolf that holds all the power. I’ll be entirely at your disposal.” I liked that thought. A lot.

Maya stood at the center of it all, her white hair flowing in an invisible wind, her silver eyes blazing with power and purpose. "Viktor!" She turned to face the ancient vampire. "You're afraid. Afraid that if supernaturals unite, vampires will lose their position of power. Afraid that equality means losing privilege. Afraid that the old hierarchy you've spent centuries building will crumble." Viktor glared at her from the other side of her barrier. "We earned our place at the top. Through strength. Through survival. Through being better than the rest." "No." Maya's voice was firm but not cruel. "You earned it through fear and violence and keeping others down. Power hoarded is power wasted.

They say love is blind and I see the truth in it as indeed my wife's love had blinded the king from all the dictates of the culture. My wife was very authoritative and her demands were easily accepted by my father-in-law; the king. Her authority is believed to have been adopted when he left the country to go and study abroad where he got mixed and confused by the western culture, especially on the power of a girl phenomenon that is highly championed in the west and recently in Africa to achieve gender equity. What a man can do a woman can do it better. I love the slogan and I love the ideologies behind gender equity which is predominantly about girl child empowerment in the society when it c

Luciano's POV. In my world, women are seen as the property of men. Someone made to satisfy, act weak, and be owned by those who think power can buy any human. I'm among one of them who think this world could fall on its knees if we have enough of its weaknesses to use against. Born for one reason—to be powerful men and have women under our hold who bear grow our never-ending legacy. At least, that's the only definition people around me believe in.

"We've shared kisses, had sex, done our little break-ups and make-ups, you even seem to understand me -- a little. At least you know what's expected from you." 'And is that how relationships work where you are from? This power imbalance! Do you get your kick from bullying weak females?" I hated referring to myself as a weak female, I was a vampire princess! At the moment though I did not feel at all like a princess, I felt like a weak female. His answer was a casual raise of an eyebrow then -- when he kissed me this time, it was fierce, it was like he was stealing my narrative, making it his. He was the big powerful male, and I was the weak female, and he was getting his kick out of it.

"Ridiculous? Are you saying I'm too old for you, or is it my looks you find lacking? Or maybe you don't think my power or position is enough to tempt you? You do realize this is the modern world, right? Traditional gender roles don't mean anything anymore." He added, "Those pretty boys you see on the streets driving luxury cars, wearing designer suits… Well, half of them are being kept by some sugar mommy. Most of the time, they're dating women who are old enough to celebrate their 60th birthdays. You're not that naive… are you?" Andrew was speechless. He had not expected her to be so persuasive. Her logic, as wild as it sounded, was disturbingly sound. He finally sighed. "Mrs. Peck, maybe e

But watching that footage now—I see it clearly. I wasn’t powerful. I was useful. Useful to people who measured life in money and influence. Useful to men who believed wealth gave them the right to rearrange other people’s lives. My father. Victor Salazar. Even Marcus once. My stomach twists. “All of them,” I whisper. Adrian’s gaze sharpens slightly. “What?” “They’re all the same.” Marcus raises an eyebrow. “Hey, I’m right here.” I shake my head slowly. “Men who think money makes them untouchable. And women who think aligning with them makes them powerful.”

“Oh really? Then explain it to me. Because why wouldn’t you even try unless it was about power—or my lack of it?” “Lack of power? You want to talk to me about lack of power?” I barked at him and shoved him back so he’d stop walking closer. I put that finger under his nose again because I couldn’t let him get closer. “Don’t talk to me about lack of power when you’re out there fucking whoever you want, doing whatever you want, whenever you want—don’t talk to me, a female, about power in the packs! I’m little better than a piece of furniture as far as my parents are concerned.” “You’re the most powerful female in our generation—”

I bet he was one of those males who thought 'equality' was a dirty word. "Hatred of women? It exists. In the darker corners." A classic, vague Alpha answer. "But you don't think it's as big of an issue as all those 'angry' females make it out to be." Was he really going to play that card? I shifted slightly, forgetting for a split second that moving my hips against his was the most dangerous thing I could do. How does a man like Kael Thornridge justify the power structure he sits on top of?

“The principle remains the same. When you deprive a man of his primal instinct to ‘mate,’ you are affronting them completely. The women have power… more than they think. The men start associating violence with blue balls and it conditions them in a way.” “It will never work,” Laurel commented pessimistically. “It will get people talking,” Ellis replied casually. “I am not about to overturn everything with the power of women on this planet. Zothea has pampered them into subjugation. If you can’t see it, you are a fool.” Laurel shook her head. “They cherish their women, they treat them as Goddesses!”