The Women Of Troy: A Novel Novels & Stories

Before she can contemplate further, she sees a soldier coming out of a room by the corner, she looks into an open room and sees the armour she had knocked over during the squabble with her aunt. “Isn’t that…” She breaks away from the company and follows the men into the large room. If she thought the tent with the trophies was huge, this room was colossal. The high celling has the mural of a large red dragon, identical to the one on the floor in the middle of the room, the one she is standing on.

Lia whispered, her eyes dancing. “You know the tales. The Moon Goddess loves to bridge the gap, mating the lowest beta to the strongest alpha to create a perfect balance. That could be you.” I held up the gown, watching the moonlight catch the beads. It glowed with an ethereal, haunting light. No one would ever guess this was once junk. It was my armor, built on sleepless nights and desperate hope. “Can you imagine the fallout?” I countered, my voice tight.

When a girl is born in a family, the moment when her parents hold her in their arms, the first word that comes out from the heart is “Hamare ghar laxmi Aayi hai”. Well, the word Laxmi (Wife of Lord Vishnu) is depicted to the Goddess who is a representative of health, wealth and prosperity of all forms. She is being nurtured and pampered by her parents with utmost care and where she never knows what does sacrifice means.

He picked that novel immediately despite the yellowish pages of it. The truth is Helios was the one who placed that novel there. He likes that novel that he also loves to re-read it because of it's tragic ending. The novel was focused by a wealthy woman who fell in love with a man who has a family already. It was written in the novel how they both fought for their love for each other that ends up to their own dead. Yes, they died because the man's wife also fought for her rights and Helios can't really see anything wrong with that.

The baby ultimately died. The public was outraged. [I guess the mistress’ pet dog matters more than the poor mother and child to these brothers.] [I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t understand Austin and Aaron’s behavior.] [The brothers fell in love with the same woman. Their wives are the ones suffering.] [Kirsty claims to help strays while abusing them in secret. She’s one to screw with the wives and upset them into early labor. The bitch deserves to die.] [Kirsty is after married men, and not just one. She has her sights on a pair of brothers. She should be ashamed of herself.]

“Troy, could you bring that woman over here?” Troy nodded, signaling the bodyguards. They entered the lounge, holding their breaths against the overwhelming scent in the air, and dragged the disheveled woman out by her hair. The other men in the room were subdued as well. The woman’s face was marred by blood and scratches. Her skin had a faint pink tint, and her body was marked with red welts. She attempted to cling to Troy’s leg, only to be kicked away mercilessly. The pain seemed to jolt her back to awareness. When she noticed the crowd—and Zoey standing there unharmed—she broke down completely.

That was how I got through the days by focusing on one thing at a time. When we entered the cave, we were both soaked but I did not feel the cold. My eyes were fixated on the statue in front of me. It was a beautiful marble stone statue of a gorgeous woman surrounded by wolves. As soon as we walked closer the statue seemed to light up and Andrei gasped when a see-through shape of a woman glided towards us. She was beautiful in a breathtaking and creepy kind of way. The ground was shaking, and dark clouds gathered in the sky bringing thunder and lightning with them. The moon goddess vision looked at me with cold eyes and a shiver went through my spine when her voice thundered through the cave

When women are oppressed, it's tradition. ― Letty Cottin Pogrebi “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ― Margaret Atwood “Life affords you infinite possibilities to pay more attention to what is actually happening. Not just around you but what is Inside you.” ―Jeff Warren

Diamonds rested at her throat, not loud, just enough to whisper wealth. Her face. Sharpened. No hunger for affection. This wasn’t the suitable bride who had once faded into the wallpaper of his life. This was a queen. Heads didn’t just turn. They stayed locked. Men forgot to breathe. Women straightened unconsciously, as if standing before royalty. Damian’s pulse roared in his ears. Evelyn. She walked forward without hesitation, each step measured. Controlled. The scar near her collarbone deliberately caught the light like a warning.

They had done what no army, no weapon, no magic could achieve: they had turned love into the ultimate weapon, a force that annihilated evil itself. Jaiyana allowed herself a moment to breathe, feeling the dawn warmth on her skin and the fierce heartbeat of her companion beneath her. This was the crescendo she had fought for, the final victory she had earned. The morning light glinted off the Chakram, Vajra Spear, Trident, and her pendant, a signal to the world: the goddess and her tiger were unstoppable.