Wanita Kuat 소설 & 이야기

"The truth is, women are powerful. With just a flick of our eyes, and a little grind with the hips..." Yuan nervously chuckled as the heiress once again ground her ass against his swelling manhood. "We can tame beasts like you, and toy with you. Yes, most of us are physically weaker than men but for many years, we have evolved into a more powerful species. Look at you now, I just kissed you and here you are," she said as she drew another of her witch-like laugh. "You look so handsome being handcuffed in that bed. And now, I'm going to tie your feet too."

“You think being a man means lifting your hands against a woman who has no one to defend her? You think being a man means hiding behind your mother’s skirt and stealing a woman’s peace? Let me tell you something today. A woman can be a thousand times more powerful than you will ever dream to be! We carry life, we build empires from nothing, and we can tear your whole miserable world down if we choose to!” She was legitimately yelling at him now, her finger pointing straight at his face, her body vibrating with an intense, raw energy. “If you had even a single drop of real love or humanity in your rotten body, you would know that a wife is a partner, not a slave!” Nova continued to shout, her

In her place stood a young woman. Strong. Confident. Kind. The sort of person people naturally trusted. At seventeen, Ciara had become one of the strongest wolves of her generation. Not because she was the fastest. Not because she was the fiercest. Because she cared. And there was a kind of strength that could never be measured by claws or teeth. She listened. She protected. She loved fiercely. The same quiet qualities that had once made Garrett impossible to forget. The thought arrived unexpectedly. Gentle. Warm.

This time, it’s my time to make sure that the war really ends. “Teach me how to be as strong as both of you,” I told the two most powerful women I know in my life. My mom and Aunt Lana. Everyone gave them the hardest time of their lives and these two women never buckled. They fought their way out not giving a damn to what other people say. “You are already strong my child,” Aunt Lana said with amusement masking her face as she added, “But you can be more powerful than your mom and I combined.” I turned to her and asked, “What do I need to do?”

"No. Miss, a woman with a noble heart. And so strong in facing trials. God, do not give trials at the limit of human ability. God, give trials to Miss. The sign, Miss is able and strong to go through everything. God loves Miss." I shook my head. Who said I was a strong woman? I'm just a silly, stupid woman: a weak woman, a despicable woman who could only trouble others. Troubleshoot David, for example. "I'm just a naive woman. Stupid, stupid, whiny, and all the ugly stuff."

"How about you? Don't you want to stop? After all, this is just because of your dream. My child, you're a strong woman. You don't need a man. You don't have to make your own weakness. You are powerful on your own. You don't need a family." "What?" I suddenly consider slapping him but that might convince him to withdraw his blessing. "I know I'm a strong woman... but I'm not a martyr. The common definition is exaggerated. And I define mine. Yes, I'm a strong woman because I know how it felt to be weak. I'm not rising consistently, I do fall sometimes. I'm not doing this for myself. I'm doing this for the people I love and because they are my strength too, and I know I can do it for them becau

She stood up suddenly. Switched off the video. Why does she sound like she knows me? Her chest tightened again. She grabbed a mirror from the shelf and stared at herself. She had won. Hadn’t she? She had the marriage. The children. The house. So why did it feel like she was losing? Victoria began noticing something else too. More married women were joining. Not just abused wives. But women who felt invisible, neglected, and replaceable. During one session, she said: “Strength does not mean destroying someone. It means refusing to destroy yourself for them.”

Didn't she do anything regarding his behavior? "That means you are justifying the deeds of your son. He, asking for me to be his Slave was right?" I asked her. She stood up and walked towards the couch. "You, You are a girl. And a girl is never alone. She is the strongest creature on earth. She kills, sometimes with her beauty, sometimes with her power, and sometimes with her Brain. History is witness, Men ruled the lands, and women, Women ruled them. Women give birth to them and she is always stronger than them." She finished turning towards me and I stood up in respect.

"Women know what it's like to be told we're unqualified and weak. We know what it's like to work twice as hard for half the recognition. We know what it's like to have our emotions weaponized, our ambitions questioned, our capabilities doubted." Victoria's voice rang out clear and certain. "And you know what? That makes us fighters,it makes us resilient. That makes us dangerous to any system built on keeping people down." A woman near the front started clapping,then another,and then a whole section erupted in applause. Victoria felt power surge through her veins.

I am not a superwoman who can remove all of her deep wounds and make it invisible but still, I don't wanna show my weaknesses to other. It's true that sometimes it makes me tired of acting all strong and powerful but that was what I am suppose to do. People take the benefits of the one who is weak.They would love to triangle the one who they find are feeble. I don't want people to know my weaknesses and take benefits from me. I don't want to be tricked by anyone and I hate that fact deep down from my herat. I don't allow anyone to reach near to me and hurt my feelings and I am the woman who thinks of only mine benefits that benefits me myself.