Woman Things Novels & Stories

she said smiling for a moment. "Or so I thought i did it wasn't until i found my mate , he was the alpha of the moon acre pack and back then that pack was one of the strongest. I became pregnant that's when the first tragedy struck the humans had began transforming into witches but the power was only temporary you see you would think they wanted me the moon goddess but why would they want me when they could have my child who was ten times more powerful than i ever would be" she said trying to hide the tears falling from her eyes. "I'm so sorry" i said sympathetically to her,

IT'S been two years since he had an affair with another woman. He was aware that what he was doing was wrong, yet he couldn't stop himself. His other woman gave him something that her wife couldn't give. His mistress, despite being wild and demanding, made him feel like a man. She made him feel as if he was needed. His wife, on the other hand, was self-sufficient and successful in her career. He sometimes felt like he was just a bystander in her life. It was as if their marriage was merely something to round out her whole picture of a perfect woman with a successful profession and a wonderful marriage!

She glared at Nath when she noticed that he kept giving her glances through the rearview mirror. “Spit it out,” she muttered in annoyance. “You’re worried about her.” Minah gave him a scornful look. “The last time I checked, there's a huge difference between worried and annoyed, Nathaniel.” Jay-Dee was a bully back in Bangkok. She bullied her back because she thought that she was really bitchy and a tough woman. But what Minah hated most was women who can't stand up for themselves. When will people like Julian go extinct? And when will women ever learn how to put up a fight and stand firm for themselves?

"You know nothing about this woman yet—she could be a serial killer!" I produce this strangled snort-laugh. "Please, I'm like 6'4, and the woman can't be taller than 5'3 feet. What is she going to do—kick my shins? Sling me over her shoulder and then throw me into her car? Smith, are you serious right now? Daria wouldn't be able to throw me into the trunk without help!" Smith shivers as if remembering an unpleasant memory. "You shouldn't underestimate today's women, Wilder. They are all masters of kung fu or equipped with pepper spray these days. Some carry bricks in their GUCCI bag."

The more she praised the more Williams expression hardened as all the men there oogled at the woman that is sure to be his wife based on her explanation. And then the talkative woman finally gestured to the other girls who finally brought out the woman he was here for. His wife. Immediately she was brought out the whole men had their tongues out as they stared at her body and objectified her. Williams clenched his jaw harder as the men whispered and feasted their eyes on his woman.

Had they just called me a dear stranger? Why were these people so weird and unpredictable? “Women are weak and clumsy creatures who don't deserve a place near power..” “We dread women because we are afraid of losing our strength..” “So don't think dirty, we have nothing to do with whatever you think you have in between your thighs..” “Search her..!” The tallest one shouted and the other two commenced their search, rubbing their fingers in my clitoris while I opened my mouth wide in shock. “She has an arrow..!”

Call me sexist but in mafia, women can rarely fight. Even though there are female fighters and shooters, ultimately they all care about money or they have suffered so much that they are numb and they can't be called women. A good normal woman is a myth in my world. So I naturally never cared about them. They are good sex toys for which I pay nicely and that's it.

Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as if I were beneath him. "What right do you have to stay here?" His tone was icy. "Every dollar this company makes is from people working themselves to the brink, except you. You rely on your looks and body to secure deals. It's pathetic." He laughed bitterly. "We've been married all these years, and somehow I never realized what kind of woman you really are." Then, he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slapped them in front of my face. The pictures spilled across the floor, showing me with various men—walking beside them or drinking together.

The woman voiced out. Munawarrah sighed, "I've been addressed worst, slut, manipulative, cheap whore, husband snatcher... May I go on?" "You really are shameless" Amal said staring viciously at Muna. "I would've offered you something to drink but, seeing as you didn't have the simple courtesy to act classy, why then should I treat you like someone with class?" "Says the woman who has warmed the bed of too many men to be able to count so as to land her in this position."

Five years later, the woman who once walked out of a hospital with nothing but two newborns in her arms no longer existed. In her place stood someone entirely different. The grand ballroom of the Silverbrook Hotel shimmered under layers of golden light, crystal chandeliers hanging high above like frozen stars. Soft music drifted through the air, blending with the quiet hum of conversation as guests in elegant attire moved gracefully across the polished marble floor. Laughter rose here and there, accompanied by the clink of glasses and the subtle exchange of power, influence, and wealth.