The Women Review Novels & Stories

“Christ! After all the ruckus of wanting to test it, it still looked better on the other lady?” “The waist—” “Isn't it too tight?” “If I was the one, I wouldn't come out of that room, let alone flaunt the dress in the presence of so many people.” “Yeah, right. The gown is clinging awkwardly at the wait, pulling slightly at the zipper.” “I wonder if she's blind to notice these details.” The murmurs grew louder, each one more unkind and brutally shameful than the last. Her smile faltered. Her shoulders stiffened as she stunned slightly, like maybe turning into a different angle would fix it.

It wasn’t my battle to fight. After delivering her final order, it was time to leave her house. It was too quiet for someone like me. But, as I reached the front door, the sound of footsteps behind me sent a shiver down my spine. Turning, I froze. “Wow,” I breathed, staring at the woman in front of me. She was the spitting image of my boss when she was Aislinn, yet thinner, almost ethereal. Where Marianne had an alluring strength, this woman had the delicate poise of a model.

The hallway fell deathly silent. Then, a roar of laughter erupted, loud enough to shake the walls. "Gordon Grant? That's the former president of Kingsfield University you’re referring to. Has this delinquent girl lost her mind?" Dominic looked at me with undisguised contempt, as if I were a piece of trash. He let out a mocking scoff. "Selene, not only are you some low-class woman who sells herself, but you're delusional as well. Mr. Grant is a busy man. Who do you think you are, some sewer rat from the bottom of society, to address him so familiarly?"

i would watch what you do " the queen said making a movement for the guards to grab me, All i could do was stare accusingly at them , i just couldn't understand why they were doing this "when we realized your mother didn't die from a illness we made for her to die , we figured out who she really was and where she came from . When we found her on our land we thought she was a measly servant not a spy sent here from the north to get details on when our next hunt would be " she said walking around me . " you see she opened our eyes to the truth not to mention her mate was my husband " the queen said in disgust. There was that one word again that made my entire body feel like it was on fire

he shouted, after me and I blew him a kiss in return while he dramatically staggered back like I attacked him. It made my heartbeat slow down a bit. I made it to the base described by a lady I had encountered in the elevator. Then I was accompanied by a brunette-haired woman whose lips are coated in her mouth after every sentence. She was talking like if she utters more than three words, she would be laid off. We got into a large room occupied by eight workers pressing away on their system and a huge projector displaying all the different royal brands. All of them were focused on whatever they were doing until the woman noisily hit the side of a vacant table with the bottom of her heel.

I am done with married women. The End

Third Person's POV That feeling of unease didn't last as he shook it off. His contempt and biased views of women won over his sense of danger. His reasoning was that asides Lera who basically carried the whole Alliance Pack on her shoulders, all the other women were weaklings who did nothing but latch onto men, Alphas and Betas alike and that even if a woman was a Beta or a strong warrior, they were still no good because against a man, they would crumble in battle.

"Yes, is there anything wrong with her being a woman?” "No, of course not, but I'm surprised that you talk like that about a woman, you said that the women I have working here are nothing more than a group of vain people who pay attention to their makeup and I can't deny it to you so there is no more.” "Yes, Brandon, I know what I said, but the right person has come to show me that there are women who are worth it. The thing is, if you saw that project, I feel that not even you would be able to bring to life something as impressive as that.”

With a champagne flute in my hand, I quietly retreated toward the back of the hall, giving myself enough distance to breathe while I watched my father and Jonas move from one group to another, effortlessly networking. They belonged here. I wasn’t so sure that I did. I took a small sip of champagne and leaned against the wall, allowing my eyes to wander across the crowded room. That was when a woman’s voice drifted beside me. “I see you are really Thelma Wells.” I turned toward her. She looked vaguely familiar. My eyes traveled over her face as I searched my memory, trying to figure out where I had seen her before. She had an air of confidence about her, the kind that came from being accustom

Chloe began by introducing us to their latest projects, her voice steady and enthusiastic. “Here at InnovateTech, we’ve been focusing on creating digital solutions tailored specifically for women. Our latest products include software for health and fitness, professional growth, and even programs designed for moms,” Chloe explained, pointing to several posters on the wall. Each one depicted a different aspect of their work—bright, empowering images of women achieving their goals.