The Women Book Review の小説・ストーリー

“I don’t know. You keep everything in such good condition. I’m almost afraid to touch anything in this room.” “I know you’ll be careful with my things.” She nodded and pulled the book off the shelf. “I didn’t know you liked Jane Austen.” “Why not?” She shrugged. “She’s a woman author.” “I’m broad minded enough to think women have a lot to offer society. I enjoy her work.” “This is one of my favorite books. Sense and Sensibility. The story of two sisters who represent two opposing forces: logic and emotion.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. He seemed to be considering her analysis of the book. “I didn’t think anyone else in Virginia understood that.”

“That's what society thinks. They portray women as these weak creatures that they could easily prey on.” “What I hate the most, is how these books don't change. I mean, women do need men. That's how it works, that's how we live. We werewolves also need our mate. But the storyline is always the same,” I said. “She's always the weak female lead who needs a man to save her or pull her out of her shell. It's pathetic.” “That's what makes the female gender attractive to them I think.” “The fact that they like us dumb or the fact that they know some of us are just stupid?”

Netizens, recognizing her as the woman who wanted to burn down the rental apartment, mercilessly attacked her. "Are modern mistresses this arrogant?" "I can't believe the husband is proposing to his mistress while the wife is half-dead!" "Nasty mistress, why didn't you die instead?" I looked away, not even lifting my eyelashes, "I didn't hire any trolls," I said. "Enough! Stop acting! Go apologize to Ashley right now!" David tried to pull me up. I stubbornly remained seated. David leaned close, his black eyes filled with rage, "Fine! You want the hard way?" he said.

I sigh as a bit of relief comes to me and I lay on the bank with my face close by the water, should I need to dip again. Movement catches my attention, and I snap up onto my fours and watch the reflection of a group in the water. I roll my eyes up to meet them. Several males, and double the number of females watch me. These wolves are much bigger in stature, and have much more weight than I. Even the females are sleek and healthy with strong bodies and round curves. Something I've lost much of in my journey. I would do well to handle one female alone, there's no chance of me surviving this group.

And just like that a blurry voice and an image that she assumed that was part of her memory appeared in her mind. 'A woman's worth is more than a man could never work for. A woman is a powerful person who gives light. A woman has been given a womb and a man's part and yet she can give life. A woman has been given a house and yet she made it a home that is full of warmth. A woman is someone who was given a simple thing but can give back precious treasures. A woman has never been worthless. Always remember you are a woman. And you are worth it"

Isabella, on the other hand, seemed unbothered. "Me? A mistress? No, of course not," she replied lightly while giving her husband a sharp look. Elena was aware of that, but chose to remain unfazed. "I did, however, speak with a few mistresses. I listened to their stories without prejudice and, surprisingly, I learned a lot about them. So, one day, I decided to write a book about them." "Wow, that's truly interesting." She nodded as she sipped her wine. "Would you say that what they're doing is, to some extent, right?"

"Because all women are beautiful in their own way and unique. Not to mention variety is enjoyable. The women see each other every day but can still have their head turned by another beautiful woman. Seeing a different one is arousing. One can imagine themselves making love to that woman." "Do you imagine having sex with other naked women?" Anthony asked us, the women of the group. "I always imagine myself with women," Rhonda said. "I never imagine myself with men, and yes, I love to look at different women, although women generally, are not as visually oriented as men. We enjoy porn less and erotic literature more, allowing our imaginations do the heavy lifting."

she replied her and when she noticed the worry on her face, she said, “Be at ease. There is nothing to worry about.” Like a spell, Amber suddenly felt relaxed and she walked to one of the shelves before pulling out a book. A frown came to form on her face and she pulled out few other books before placing them back in its place. Turning her body to look at the woman, she said to her, “Your library is for cookbooks, flower characteristics and Animal instincts?” “Mm, what were you expecting?” the woman answered, not looking at her and Amber scoffed. “I thought you might have some fictional books with some genres like Teen, Young Adult, Billionaire and Romance but I can’t find any of that right

They all look down, afraid to upset her but in shock of her ability to separate from her wolf. All the many wolves behind her, all shift back in to humans to watch as the men before them go on their knees. The skies clear up and a full moon shines through the night from day, the light of the moon shining on the beautiful woman standing tall among men. "It's amazing how these books speak to you. We have to read them like normal people but you, they open up to you. To tell the story the way it actually happened." Dalia says as she places a cup of coffee on my nightstand.

Fortunately, the music wasn't that loud on this side of the VIP and we could talk without yelling at each other. “Well, at first I felt mocked by that woman, but then I opened that book, and I was impressed. There was everything I needed! How to treat her, how to talk to her, how to turn her on and of course, how to make her come. Everything is there, why do you think they are so popular?” “Because they are bored?” Pierre asked, earning a look of hatred from his girlfriend. "Because fiction is better than reality,” Louis corrected, putting an arm around my shoulders. "A woman who reads is dangerous because she knows what she wants and how she wants it. Perhaps if there were more men reading