Novel & Cerita The Women Book

Exactly as I expected. A woman like her wouldn’t trust anyone so easily. I took a small breath and stepped forward, my heart beating faster. This was the moment I had prepared for. “Mrs. Heather,” I said gently, “I must say… your book, ‘Half the Sky Is Still Missing’, truly inspired me.” That got her attention. Her brush paused mid-air. “In it,” I continued carefully, “you spoke about the importance of giving women opportunities in political and professional spaces. About how talent often goes unnoticed simply because it comes from the wrong place, or the wrong gender.”

“I'm sorry.” “No, you're not,” she said, her stare was already pressing down on me. Because annoyingly, she was somehow right. “She actually spent almost half of her day here,” the woman added. “Doing what exactly?” She stared at me again, as if thinking whether to keep this conversation going or not. “Reading of course, what else?” “What was she basically reading about?” “Almost everything,” she gestured towards the space in the bookstore. That was when my eyes drifted towards them. Almost all the book covers were about wolves and leaders. But there wasn't any picture on them, just words.

I lost count of how many times I came. They flipped me onto all fours. Victoria pulled the plug out only to replace it with her strap-on, sliding into my ass in one slow, slick thrust while Elena lay beneath me, licking my clit and fucking herself with the double-ended dildo. The sounds were obscene… wet squelching, skin slapping, three women moaning and begging in one filthy rhythm. Finally, when we were trembling and covered in sweat and lube, Victoria pulled out slowly, the strap-on glistening. She kissed me softly, then Elena, and whispered against our lips…

My jaw clenches so hard it hurts. "This bastard." I continue reading, my rage mounting with each oppressive statute. The further I go, the worse it gets. Some laws practically treat women like livestock. Others treat them as property to be used and discarded at will. One particularly vile passage suggests that a woman's worth is measured only by her ability to produce healthy male offspring, comparing a barren wife to barren soil—useless and deserving of abandonment. I slam the book shut. The sound echoes through the office like a gunshot. "No wonder this pack is a mess."

Half of her big, round backside was sticking out. She wasn't wearing any pants; instead, she just had a little white thong with those sheer, skin-colored stockings over her long legs. The sight nearly made my nose bleed. It was breathtaking. I'd never been near a young woman this perfect my whole life. Even if she wouldn't let me do anything else, just letting me touch her for a moment would have added years to my life.

My mind wasn’t really on studying. I turned a corner and nearly bumped into someone. Professor Kane stood there, holding a thick book. He looked tired but still handsome in his button-down shirt. His eyes widened when he saw me. “Lila,” he said softly. I froze. “Professor. I… I should go.” I turned to leave, but his hand gently caught my arm. “Wait. Please.” The library was silent around us. No one else seemed to be in this section. The smell of old books and quiet air made everything feel intimate again.

Most importantly, most foundationally, irreducibly — with herself. The woman who had been a guest in her own life and was now its undisputed primary inhabitant. Who had found herself in the fire. Who had written herself down. Who had put her name on it. She thought about the woman at four in the morning who had not been able to put the book down. About the woman who had called her sister. About the woman who had called the lawyer. About the hundreds of women who had written today and the thousands who would write in the weeks and months to come as the book found its way to the people who needed it.

She had power to sway his people. "Men have always ruled with an iron fist for years. Not saying you guys are doing a bad job at it, but the women can be just as powerful and strong and righteous as any man that ever lived. Queen Elizabeth I, Catherine the Great, Sojourner Truth, Rosa Parks, Malala Yousafzai... Past, present and future. Women have changed the course of history more times than anyone can count, and for the better." Lily let out a breath, "A man is considered strong with a capable woman at his side, but a woman is strong regardless of having a man." Lily looked at the women as the room fell quiet around them.

MOVING AWAY: "She won't remember Hades and ask Demon to hurry up and kill the princess, do not let him know she is the last one." The lady's voice was heard again. "I am not a fool to tell him." Hades said almost angrily. "I know that Hades, I am just saying that you shoul-" "That's enough!" Hades yelled at the woman. "Leave my presence right now." He ordered. The lady left. **** ERAS KINGDOM:

That's all it took for me to start making my way through the snow towards lily, as i went I couldn't notice the trail melting as we walked along through the forest leaving no snow wherever i walked . "Atleast we don't have to worry about walking through the snow " lily said trying to lighten the tension in the air, but I couldn't help but wonder about those other beast she spoke of . All I've ever known are walls inside of walls . I would steal books sometimes just to learn but nothing in those books could have prepared me for the truths that resided in the real world. Looking around I couldn't deny how much better the real world looked than those four walls, and that made me smile.