Novel & Cerita Wanita Kuat

Janae Wayne is the strongest woman I know. I wish I could be half as strong as she is….

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"

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

And finally be able to lift that big gallon. Woman is actually strong. It just depends on how it is. Especially when you're a mom doing a lot of work. Therefore never underestimate a woman. Marry salutes all the women in this world. KEEP SPIRIT FOR WOMEN IN THE WORLD!!!

"You're a strong woman, Momma. You know what it means to be strong, especially in a man's world. No weakness. No doubt. Nothing but confidence and strength at all times." Momma sighed. "Nikanya, to be strong in a man's world does not mean that you are not also female. It means you must be more ruthless than they. Women excel at this. Be sneakier. Be cagier. Be better. But do not shut yourself away. That way leads to loneliness and bitterness. A perpetually broken heart that withers and dies."

I was completely smitten by her beauty, her innocence and her wittiness. If I needed to describe her to someone, one word would be enough. Strong! She is the epitome of strength. She is not afraid to defend herself, to speak her heart and her mind. She respects herself enough to stand up for herself. This trait of hers, was something not so common even in the werewolf community. We both glanced up when someone cleared their throat. "Hello? Did you guys find something you'd like to buy?" The woman who tried to gain our attention spoke up when we finally looked in her direction.

In the blink of an eye, the daggers in her hand stabbed the strong man hundreds of times with clangs. The strong man's Hard Cross Technique was indeed strong, but his weakness was his speed. The woman grasped his weakness and kept attacking, but it was difficult to hurt him. The strong man was clumsy, but his body was strong. If the woman kept consuming her energy like this, she would lose sooner or later. Boom!

A capable and strong woman is much more mesmerizing and admirable than a woman who only knows how to whine and act shamelessly in front of him. He is so not giving up on this woman, not now, and not ever. This is the only woman who has successfully brought his walls down which he painstakingly built for all of his years. Oh, dear, he is definitely not going to let her go if the time comes when someone else takes her away.

If a woman is too hurt, the pain is the strength. Coupled with great anger, and maybe if released it will form a fire that is ready to burn. 'So don't try to play with me, Mas, my heart is satisfied to see it. "Hurry up, Ma'am! Quickly help me!" Oh shit! Tuti hugged me tightly from behind. Wanting to fight is difficult because his strength is also strong. Mbak Imar also ran over.

The woman was stubborn and hard-headed and determined to prove something she had no need to. I knew her strength, I saw it every day that she climbed out of bed knowing that the day ahead was likely to be more difficult than the last. She was fierce and loyal, brave, and beautiful. There weren’t many women on this earth that would run towards danger to protect a pack of shifters that she had known for a matter of weeks. No, she had nothing to prove and yet she kept trying.