Women Novels & Stories

This caused her and everyone else except maybe the seniors, to look up to see three girls coming into the cafeteria. From the way they looked, Anna could see they were the queens of the school aka first class bitches. ″I just can't wait for the Siromani girl to get here. I'm sure she and I will be very good friends,″ the one in the middle who Anna guessed to be the leader said. Anna snorted. ″Yeah, right,″ she muttered. ″I already dislike you.″

Abdul-Dayyan couldn't lie, the offer was very tempting, the best offer he had ever received but that wasn't what he wanted. "Very tempting I must say." "You're under no obligation to give me an answer, take as much time as you need for I know it won't be easy for a man that has worked alone to suddenly start working under a company. But at Aaima pharmaceuticals, we seek to give you nothing short but the best." Her speech flowed eloquently and he couldn't deny the fact that she was a great businesswoman, no wonder she stood at her position among the fifty most influential women in the world.

And then the same woman stood beside the Matron in an old picture. "I wonder how the Matron got her fatness from, probably a gift for being an assistant mother Mary. Perhaps?" It was more like a remark to elicit reassurance than a question. She had more pictures glued to the wooden doors of the wardrobe and thought I would hurt to take a little glance at her friend's choice of clothing. She opened it and found three dimensional comic characters stapled to the inner walls. The holy garment is placed in a rather dumped manner at the lower section of the wardrobe next to the drawer. These characters were skillfully drawn and as a matter of fact they had unique hair style and rugged dressings. G

Arlene couldn’t help but wonder how much they cost, if she ever tried to live like Faith she would probably empty her father’s account before she is done with school. Arlene was still checking out the apartment when the door swung open and two girls walked in. One put one a crop top and a very tight skirt that revealed her thighs, her butt was barely covered. The other had a low waist jean and a crop too. Arlene looked at them wondering why they were all dressed, they were supposed to drop a note book, but they dresses like they had a high class party to attend.

When women are oppressed, it's tradition. ― Letty Cottin Pogrebi “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ― Margaret Atwood “Life affords you infinite possibilities to pay more attention to what is actually happening. Not just around you but what is Inside you.” ―Jeff Warren

The day was cool, winter was approaching, some passers-by were already using thin coats to protect themselves from the cold winds, a family composed by three people was standing in front of an old architecture building, its walls had a light yellow tone with brown details to hire in a harmonic way with the huge wooden door that allowed the access to the place, beside the wooden door two big size suitcases were placed and then the family united in an embrace that showed a great sorrow, The embrace was composed of a couple clearly around fifty years old, a great sign of this were the few white hairs that both had in their equally brown hair, hair that contrasted completely with the young woman

she called, turning around. “Yes, mam,” Grace stood there waiting for Athena to say something. “Can I ask you for a favor?” Athena wasn’t sure if Grace would help her. She had only known Grace for a few seconds, but she had to try, nonetheless. “Yes, mam, I am here for that, aren’t I?” Grace kindly let Athena know she can ask anything of Grace. “I need birth control pills. Can you get me those?” she asked, fumbling in nervousness, she was ashamed to ask her that, but she would rather be shamed for asking for birth control pills rather than caught pregnant.

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one of the women replied. “Oh! For people that can travel back in time when they die, or generally for super humans?” he asked again. A giggle came from the other end of the room as another woman stepped in. She was very tall, as tall as me and my brother, probably taller, and muscular. You would definitely think twice before calling someone like her a delicate flower. She seemed more like a tempered bull. “Boys, there is no such thing as a superhuman” she said as she approached us.