What Is A Woman Novels & Stories

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"

This is the most important thing that she has to always grave in her mind. Being a woman comes with number of expectations along with number of roles that she is expected to fulfill- as a single woman, as a daughter to her parents, as a sister to her siblings, as a wife to her husband and a daughter-in-law to her in-laws. Woman and Independence is completely metaphor to each other. Can a woman ever expect herself to do whatever she wants? Can she ever say “NO’ with a full right without getting humiliated by her family members or being scrutinized by a society’s giant microscope?

She brings her hand to the back of her neck and scratches it in a nervous manner. Any other woman would take her words as offensive, but it has to be a good thing that I'm not any other woman. I'm all too aware of how our lives are supposed to be back in the old system of cat packs. Women are useless unless they're breedable and somewhat alive. In other words- a woman is good, even half-dead, if she's still warm enough to fuck. In schools, some packs still teach women that their main goal in life is to birth more children. It's a vicious circle of life I wouldn't wish upon anyone, even my worst enemies.

the woman easily explained. “So a friend group that lives with you?” Lila suggested. “Yes, that I suppose. But instead of your W******p chat always blowing up with something, it’s happening around you,” the woman went onto say. “Sorry,” Lila apologised,” But, what’s W******p?” “It’s a private social media app,” the woman summarised. “How is a social media app private? Is it like you can only interact with people you choose out with an ID or something and it can’t leave that space?” Lila tried to guess.

Could he be my mate? ************************* In a dark room more like a dungeon, a woman is on a chair facing the window. At first thought, one might think she's a stature but when one focus on her breathing then you'll know that she's a human. She seems to be lost in her own world not speaking to anyone, some times, she occasionally asks for the time that's all.

Besides, she used this platform to outline her plan of love and career. Any regret is like a slow poison. But a regret that there is no way to rectify is like an itch we cannot scratch. It happens when we have done something wrong to people, interfered with their emotions, but we cannot rectify it because those people are separated from us not only by physical boundaries but also by emotional boundaries. It is like a ditch that takes time to feel up until it is safe to cross. A woman is born special. A woman should be soft and a woman is a vessel that is naturally endowed with love. A woman should traverse the whole world, learn from different cultures because we are created to play a second

With a dictionary in one hand, and the Kama Sutra in the other he just answered any, and every question I wanted to ask about sex. I learned from the dictionary that a slut was a dirty, slovenly, slattern woman. That a whore was a harlot/prostitute. That a bitch was a female canine. And from the Kama Sutra I learned that a wife could be all of these, and still be a lady, and so much more. When the question and answer period ended, I knew then that women had been literally getting the shaft since time began, and had one last question to ask. “What’s the real difference between a man, and a woman, daddy?”

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa

She opened her eyes weakly and made to stood up but winced and held her head. "Args! You look like a mess and you've got a black eyes, are you okay?" The woman asked and Elsa nodded. "I'm fine now, just headache" She muttered and held her forehead. "Thank you for saving me" She added. "Save?" The woman stopped what she was doing and stared at her. "You must've drank so much that you didn't remember what happened" "I didn't drink, I have never did" Elsa said immediately clearing the thoughts off the woman's mind.

, Sarah explained to Dr Florence. “And now Butterflies will fly high. It has rested for too long”, Amelia shot back. Dr Florence smiled at the energy of the young girl. “Yes, you must restart. Marriage cannot be the ultimate goal of a woman. You must have a purpose in life, and that does not have to be a man or even love. If you find love and a good man, excellent. If not, don’t waste precious moments of life feeling miserable.”