Wanita Mempesona Novels & Stories

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

Here, the woman is happy as a sangirl to this guy who has saved her. At this time, they go to the room where they make a pleasure. Here, Brown is out of mind to this woman. Thus, he would not allow her to be engaged with another guy. Without knowing, this woman has a lot of men who are still taking their hat off on her even if, her profession is prostitution.

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"

Sue Walton's expression changed instantly, and she instinctively stepped back. A look of surprise crossed Robert Wise's face as he gazed at the woman before him. She was in her thirties, with a delicate face and a voluptuous figure, clearly well-nurtured by men. This woman possessed a maturity and allure that many others lacked, like a flower blossomed through male nourishment, exuding an indescribable charm. What drove men wild was her captivating allure. With a slight movement of her body, she resembled flowing water, filled with seduction and allure.

"She's always hanging around the executive floor. What, hoping to climb into the CEO's bed while his wife's away? Please. As if a man like him would look twice at her." "I've heard she jumps from one man to the next. Clients, coworkers—it doesn't matter. She'll flirt with anyone. Trash like that deserves to be thrown out." I listened to every insult in silence. Then I looked past Vanessa, directly at Dylan Mercer. "Do you think that too?" Every head turned toward him. Their expressions were filled with pity and sympathy, as if he were the unfortunate husband who had uncovered his wife's betrayal. Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as

Madea doesn't usually pay attention to other people, especially women because she is too lazy to have any relationship with women because most of the women she knows are jealous of her body shape which is attractive to men. Madea was attracted to this young woman because from her radiated the mana that enveloped the young woman's body. The mana that covered the woman's entire body looked so pure and dense that Madea raised her eyebrows while smiling faintly. It seemed that she had encountered the witch who disturbed her magic meditation yesterday.

Emerald turned her head and froze. A stunning woman walked in—small, delicate, breathtaking. Her aura was so soft, she looked breakable. There was no one in this world who could match Rafael’s wife in beauty—no goddess, no queen, no mortal soul. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was otherworldly. Soft, angelic, a presence that felt carved from light itself. Her very existence seemed to quiet a room, as if the air paused just to take her in. Emerald, who had never once felt drawn to a woman, found herself momentarily breathless in her presence—flattened, disarmed, undone—because standing before that ethereal grace felt like standing before something divine.

The instructions Hal Weiss received were to act upon her orders. “Very good.” That beautiful figure stood with her hands behind her back as she said coldly. At first glance, one could tell that this figure belonged to a woman. She wore a lavender tight-fitting outfit, had a hot figure, and had a pair of long legs. She was a delicate beauty. Just her side profile alone was gorgeous enough, like a flower that was about to bloom. It caused men to be unable to move their eyes away from her. Suddenly, she turned around. Her face was so beautiful that Hal Weiss, who had never experienced any stir of emotions, could not help being stunned and surprised!

There are no wings on her back, telling me she can't be an angel, but neither does she look like a human. Her beauty is dangerous; the longer I look, the harder it becomes to breathe. She sucks me in like a storm and holds me still in her relentless grip, not afraid of displaying her outrageous grace. "Who are you?" I whisper. The woman smiles, showcasing her sharp front row teeth. She is beautiful and alluring, picture-perfect. Looking at her glowing eyes knocks me breathless, brings tears to the corner of my eyes, yet the voices inside my head are telling me not to look away.