The Women Review Novels & Stories

#ROAD_TO_ABUJA 💦 🔞 🛣🚗 CHAPTER_2 🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞 🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞 🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞 🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞 #JACK 😡 Women! They're nothing but a curse and a blessing at the same time, but preferably I'd like to call them snakes. They're so unpredictable, annoying, and worst of all they're so intolerable and hard to please..

** He marveled at how their minds worked, always spinning intricate webs of theories and suspicions that seemed to come out of nowhere. Ram had always found it impossible to read what was going on in a girl’s mind. One minute, everything would be fine, and the next, they’d be deep in thought, plotting or worrying about something that hadn’t even crossed his mind. **Women,** he mused with a faint smile, **they’re either turning something good into something great, or they’re turning it into a complete mystery. There’s no in-between.**

She adjusted the silver cuff at her wrist and lifted her chin, taking in the towering building in front of her. Five years since she had fled this city with nothing but a suitcase and a pride so badly shattered it barely held together, five years since she promised she’d come back. Now she had. Not as the broken girl they threw away, but as the woman who could ruin them. “Miss Jones.” Amelia, her assistant, stepped up beside her, tablet in hand. “The Phoenix Global shareholders are here. The media’s already speculating about the announcement.” Mildred’s lips curved slightly. “Let them.” Amelia hesitated. “Are you sure tonight is the right time?” Mildred didn’t even blink. “There’s no better

Before everything, before Emilia, she was the only woman I saw myself getting married to. Bianca was a beautiful woman. She was well established as an influential woman, and her forward attitude was one of the things that drew me to her. It intrigued me how she never backed down when she wanted something. Back then, I thought she was the only woman fit to rule beside me until she decided power was more important.

I follow her and so does Dante. We arrive in a common area. There are sofas everywhere and a huge TV that mounts the chimney breast. With a huge roaring fire. Rugs line the floor. There are woman casually sitting and chatting. They all stop and turn their heads to look at us. The Mother’s Revenge only recruits women. They are a biker crew in their own rights, but these women are deadly and I shiver under their lustful stares. I feel naked as my hands instinctively cover my junk. “Rebel, ty kupila nam novyye igrushki?” (Rebel, you bought us new toys?) Rebel looks at the woman who is speaking and chuckles.

I let it sit there, letting curiosity build, letting anticipation do its work. “There’s a circle,” I said finally, my voice lowering just enough to make it feel exclusive. “A private one. Very selective.” Her eyes dropped to the folder, then back to me. “Go on.” “A group of women,” I continued, “wives of the most powerful men in the world. But not just wives, women who control their households, their wealth, their influence. Women who aren’t just seen… but respected.” I saw it the moment it hit her. That spark.

So, Oscar truly deserved the praises. For the movie, the women weren’t totally in support of it. Since they saw it to be the men’s kind of movie. Despite that, they stayed to watch as it wasn’t just about what they wanted but enjoying the moment. They sure have been hearing about it, so, watching it won’t be the end of the world.

The man supplied the fake name he had used in booking his room. Mary smiled seductively at him and replied to him. "Okay Adam." She said with a sexy voice and winked at him. "Do you want to see me tonight after your return? In your room to have me all to yourself?" She added ignoring those around her as she pointed to her big cleavage which she opened a little bit by the time she had finished her statements. She was a beautiful lady and has the shape of eight(8) that guys would love to date her.

"It's called karma! That scumbag cheated on his wife, hooked up with his own cousin, and even had a kid with her. What's worse, they even had the nerve to broadcast everything and humiliate his wife." "Did you hear? The Shaw family's daughter, who's also Samson's real wife, nearly died giving birth. The baby was stillborn, and the umbilical cord was around the neck. The baby couldn't even cry once before passing away. As a mother myself, just imagining it breaks my heart." "Right, and that animal Samson even brought his mistress's baby to Miss Shaw and tried to force her to claim the baby as her own. What kind of person does that? Is he even human?"

"Society has long praised women for being pure, innocent, gentle, and obedient. However, these virtues also serve to shackle us with a reputation. Once a woman's reputation is tarnished, she's spurned by all. That's why attacking a woman always starts with her reputation." I continued, "Rules are set by those in power. At the end of the day, very few women sit at the top table. That's why societal norms are in the favor of men. Only when more women come into power and their number equals that of men will the rules become fairer. "Only then will women be bound by reputation no longer. Perhaps, then, fewer people would be interested in spreading obscene rumors about women." Frustrated and pens