The Women Review Novels & Stories

I'm forcefully staring at some prick for twenty fucking minutes and feeling his nasty irritating glare all over my body. The creature known as men, are so fucking annoying. They don't know how to keep their eyes and the thing into their pants where they belong to. They'd run toward you like dogs if you give them a single positive glance. So fucking ludicrous. But here everyone thinks women are fragile and weak. Trust me, a woman can bring a man to fall on his knees with a single glance whether he's dangerous, inhumane or vicious; from a mighty king to a relentless warrior. And history is its biggest testimony.

, Amelia burst out in anger. “Now that I’m out of that hell hole house and have mentally snapped out of the abusive marriage, I too cannot fathom how I tolerated him for so long. Maybe it’s a lack of self worth fuelled by constant criticism about my looks which made me suffer blame and abuse everyday. Many women like me who are not pretty, continue in abusive relationships thinking that they do not deserve the handsome men they have as husbands, and these abusive husbands exploit the vulnerabilities of people like us for their personal gain”, Sarah said sadly.

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

I listened to his steps across the great room and out onto the deck. Sheri sighed and hitched her chair closer to the bed. "Something you'll learn in life, Quinn. They say women are the weaker sex, but it isn't true. Men ...most of them can't handle things like this. Watching life come into the world and watching it leave again ...that's up to the women." "Didn't Sally Field say something like that in Steel Magnolias?" I moved closer, too. "You know, she did. God, I cried every time I watched that movie. I'll never be able to see it again, I don't think."

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa

She exclaimed, "Madison Pell, are you a koala? How could you sleep through all my calls? Check the messages I sent you!" "What happened?" I had no idea how bad I sounded until my voice cracked. "Just check your phone." I hung up and checked my phone screen. I had missed 138 calls—40 from Kiara, and 98 from Ryan. I tapped into WhatsApp, where Kiara had sent me a video titled "Wife Beating Up the Homewrecker." The video was shot messily. Ryan did not show up on screen. Only Jessie Rivers and I were featured in the short video. Most of the comments underneath the video supported the wife.

I smiled widely to give them my assurance. "She's a spoiled brat," Zaya commented "No, a wicked witch!" Cheney exclaimed, taking her glasses off to stare at me only to put it back again. "Evil is the right word to describe her!" Reena bluntly said to me. I gulped, maybe they just had the wrong impression of her? Alessandra is very sweet and loving, I never saw her turn violent. "Are you sure about that?" I asked her in disbelief. She turned her head from side to side and lastly to my face.

Maybe I just needed someone to hold me. “Don’t touch me, Maya,” he said, pushing me back. I blinked at him, dazed. “Bryan… I love you. I really love you.” “What is wrong with you?” he asked sharply. The woman stood up, crossing her arms. She looked at me like I was trash. “This your so called wife just drink my wige ,” the woman said with a smirk. “It was meant for me and you tonight. It had… something extra in it.” She laughed. “Looks like your wife is more desperate than I thought.”

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.

He added, "Alyssa Winter, you were cruel enough to refuse to let Gracie move into our home, forcing a pregnant woman to live all alone. So, I'm going to make you experience how hard life is for women." At that moment, the restaurant customers followed the burly woman outside. Timothy shoved me back into the pit without a second thought. The woman threw a stack of photos at me, hitting my body hard. She yelled, "Still trying to deny it? This is all the evidence. You're disgusting! You're married, yet you're still playing mistress to my husband." One photo stuck to the food that stained my clothes. When I picked it up and looked at it, I felt like I had been struck by lightning.