The Women Summary Novels & Stories

She finds my situation like someone drops a morning joke. "I didn't know that you're doing laundry now dad. I thought it was a chore intended for women like mum and aunt Maria?" Thomas asks with so much curiosity in his innocent eyes. "No baby. Even a tough man like us can do laundry," "And we!" Maria said gesturing her hands, "Women can do the man's job. That's how things work this day, sweetie. It doesn't mean that you are a man, you can't do the things that like you have said 'intended for a woman'. and same goes for us women," Maria was patiently explained everything to Thomas.

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"

, 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.

women endure a lot; they do a lot for our realm, and we need to provide the conditions for them to be successful. As soon as the women from the WEC left, Vamir chuckled. "Well, that was fun..." he chuckled, telling me that he had called the initial carnage we endured. Those women had a mission, and they didn't care if I was the king or a pauper... they wanted answers and to be heard. After the meeting, I looked at Vamir. "We should read more pregnancy books..." I scratched the back of my head, and he laughed. "Most definitely," he laughed, and I sighed.

Buildings stood neatly arranged across the grounds, their architecture elegant but strong, built with purpose and there were lots of people moving about working, talking and training. My eyes narrowed slightly when i realised a vast majority of them were women. I blinked, that couldn’t be right. I leaned closer to the window. No, it was right. The majority of wolves I could see were female. Dressed in different ways, some in simple attire, some in maid/servant clothing, others in more fitted clothing, moving with a confidence that suggested they were far from helpless. It was unexpected and strange. “Why are there so many women here?” I asked without turning.

My heart pounds as he opens the door and shoves me inside. The room is dimly lit, and when I look around, I see them—a group of women who look like they’ve been through hell. Most of them are young, maybe in their twenties, huddled together with gaunt faces and hollow eyes. Some look high, like they’ve been on drugs for days. Their movements are sluggish and disoriented. Others tremble visibly, their fear etched across their faces. It’s horrifying. Before I can fully process what I’m seeing, Emilia walks in. The women shrink back, their fear of her evident in the way they avoid her gaze.

Liam ordered the group. We all parted from Veronica, leaving her and two other girls that she was going to share this kill with. I licked my lips in anticipation. My beast wanted to laugh. How could we be intimidated by a female who couldn't even take down her own bear? It was funny. She wasn't worthy for our male. As much as she wanted to think she was good enough for him, my beast and I both knew she wasn't. Her mate would be at her level when she finally met him.

Indeed the way she stared at her justified well that she never witnessed any woman smoking before as she belonged to a family of rich ethics. Women weren't provided much freedom as compared to men in her family, to even be bold in such manner was one huge surprise for Serena. Indeed the city had a modernised lifestyle, here there were no compromises in women's need. Women worked, women earned equal as men. Women needed no men to define who they were. Sure it did surprised her at first but it thrilled her more to see women having so many opportunities in here. Serena felt the big city sure lacked a bit ethics and etiquettes but at least it didn't believe the manner of caging women all life.

Her shoulders are tense, her head tilted up toward him in a posture of raw, undisguised vulnerability. 17:51. The door to unit 5A closes behind them both. I stare at the final image in the sequence. It’s an exterior shot of the building’s brick facade, a single window on the fifth floor glowing with light. The log entry at the bottom of the page indicates that she remained inside that unit for three hours and forty-two minutes before returning to her own apartment across the hall. A sharp, hysterical laugh slips past my teeth. I toss the file back onto the leather blotter, leaning my palms flat against the desk as my mind begins to dismantle the data, rearranging the pieces until they align

I am done with married women. The End