Feminism Stories

Storie Sovany is used to being dismissed as the fat friend, until she moves from New York City to rural Ohio for college and the charming frat boy Liam Alexander approaches her. Torn between disbelief and flattery, Storie hopes her luck may have finally changed - but is it too good to be true? [author's note: this is not a romance!]

𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - his massive admiration ╰┈➤ EKANSH SINGH RANAWAT [27] king of udaipur and ruthless underworld mafia boss. I have seen admiration all my life. Women don't look at me - they look at the crown. At the Ranawat name. At the legacy I carry on my shoulders. They fall for the title. For the power. For the Raj gaddi. But the day I saw her... everything changed. Ananya Aradhya Singhania. She didn't look at me like I was a throne to sit on. She looked at me like I was just a man. No greed in her eyes. No calculation. No hunger for status. Just calm. Just grace. Just something untouched by this fake world. She doesn't try to impress me. Maybe that's why I lost. This isn't attraction. This isn't ego. This is love. For the first time in my life, I don't want to conquer. I want to protect. And I swear on my life - my only aim now is to stand between her and every storm. If loving her means becoming softer, then I'll become softer. ╰┈➤ ANANYA ARADHYA SINGHANIA [22] University student ,princess of jaipur I hate royal blood. People think royalty means grace and power. I think-it means [secrets and betrayal]. I was just 10 when my mother died. after 1 year , my father married to my mother 's assistant. Everyone called it fate. I call it murder. At twelve, I left for boarding school - away from Jaipur, away from marble walls that felt like cages. In this world, I only care about two people: my brother, the present King of Jaipur - the only exception - and my best friend, Meera Mehra The rest of the royal world? Keep it away from me. Especially him. Ekansh Singh Ranawat. He roams around me like some bhatakti aatma. What does he think - that he's some king or something? Well... technically he is. But that doesn't impress me. Royal blood is dangerous. And I promised myself I'd never let it rule my heart. No crown is worth my peace. No king is worth my trust.

Free to read! 19-year-old Jane, newly-single, moves to London to work for her friend, Kitty. But Kitty is hiding something about the café - and about Jane and Kitty's past. ***** If you looked at her Instagram, you'd think Jane had the perfect life. But a family tragedy and a big break up shatters that illusion, prompting Jane to drop out of university and move to London. She gets a room above a bookstore and a job as a barista, thanks to her childhood friend Kitty. Struggling with feelings of loneliness among the happy staff, Jane feels further ostracized when Kitty refuses to discuss Matt, who used to live in the bedroom Jane took over and who left under mysterious circumstances. As Jane struggles to find herself, and get the attention of the cute bartender, Harper, she discovers that the Brew Books café is brewing with dark secrets. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

"Stop right there." Confused, I turned around. "What? I thought we're rushing?" "We are, but apparently you need me to explain the rules to you again." I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "You want me to be quiet and look pretty. It's not that hard to understand," I sighed. "I'm not going to embarrass you, don't worry." He didn't seem convinced. "I'm serious. Behave." Behave? I arched an eyebrow at him. "I don't know if you've forgotten, but I am not your submissive." Something flickered in his eyes. "Believe me, if you were my submissive, you'd be over my knee right now for your tone and that eye roll a minute ago." Book THREE and the grande finale of the Westminster Academy series :) *updates every Monday, 7pm (GMT)* --- the whole book is already available as an ebook on Patreon (link in bio) ---

She came to Devgarh broken, carrying silence where her voice should have been. He was the Sarpanch-feared, distant, and a man who never crossed his own lines. What begins as protection slowly turns into something neither of them names... until care becomes habit, presence becomes comfort, and love grows quietly between them. This is not a story of saving. It is a story of choosing-again and again. A love built on respect, restraint, and the courage to stay. ~~~ 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: Soft Romance Dark Themes Set in the 1980s Age Gap (25 × 30) Rural Royalty Rescuer Hero × Survivor Heroine Protective & Possessive (Healthy) Powerful Man × Quiet Strength Devotee Hero × Devotee Heroine Slow Burn Romance Found Family Feminine Power Rising Courtroom Justice Arc

Catherine is looking forward to a simple and stable life with her fiance Tom. But why does she feel empty every time her wedding is mentioned? Somewhere between grid designs, deadlines and a sharp-eyed CEO who sees through every excuse of hers, her world expands to excitement, passion and a long-seated yearning to feel recognized. Mason Harrington has it all - loving family, loyal friends and a successful business. But the quick-witted woman is an enigma he can't ignore. She intrigues him and meets every one of his challenges with fire. He knows it is disastrous to get involved, but it doesn't stop him from poking her carefully crafted bubble. He realises too late that his heart is at stake.

Yoho! Alternate title: "That time I joined a gambling academy and my skills exceed level 9999 so I am the ultimate gambler and every woman loves me but I have mental issues and want to make life harder for them." Tags: OP, overpowered, plot armour, het, harem, ecchi, rich blonde british girl, blonde german tsundere girl, blonde french girl, blonde Europeans, They're all blonde Plz, I'm kidding😭😭┌⁠(⁠・⁠。⁠・⁠)⁠┘⁠♪ KAKEGURUI IS OWNED AND CREATED BY HOMURA KAWAMOTO!

This is my first collection of poems; the themes go from love and passion to loneliness and deep existential reflections , but all texts are short, in rhyme and full of vivid, strong emotions. Give it a try if you want! (UPDATED EVERY WEEK!)

The war began with an insult. The empire changed because one woman refused to stay silent. When Yashvini, a proud and intelligent royal woman, is publicly humiliated in the royal court while kings, princes, and nobles remain silent, something within her changes forever. What begins as an insult soon becomes a wound that divides an entire dynasty. Standing beside her is Ithika-a woman feared for her intelligence and respected for her courage. While others bow before power, she dares to challenge it. Together, they ignite a chain of events that will shake kingdoms, destroy alliances, and plunge Aryavrat into a war from which no one will emerge unchanged. Brothers become enemies. Families are torn apart. Loyalty is tested. Love turns distant. And the cost of revenge grows heavier with every death. But Agnivarna is not merely a story of war. It is the story of women who refused to remain silent. It is the story of grief, power, betrayal, friendship, sacrifice, and the generations forced to live with the consequences of choices made in a single moment of silence. As kingdoms burn and dynasties crumble, one question remains.

To Leith Dyer, life is best kept in lists, edits, and carefully placed boundaries. As a columnist at Marigold, she's built a career out of writing low-stakes lifestyle pieces while quietly keeping her own awkward, clumsy life safely out of reach. Her new assignment changes that: nine first dates, documented in real time for one of the most-read features on the site. According to her boss Irene, finally something with stakes. Leith agrees to the experiment with one rule: she only goes on the dates as research. But in a workplace where everything becomes content and every connection has an audience, even distance is hard to maintain. Especially when Callum, her boss's quietly indispensable cousin, keeps showing up in the margins, becoming the one variable she never agreed to include. As the nine dates unfold, Leith starts noticing a pattern she can't edit out: the more she writes about connection, the less certain she is about the version she's performing and the one she actually wants. And when readers begin to notice Callum too, turning him into a story of their own, the line between author and subject begins to blur in ways she can't control. A contemporary workplace romance about visibility, authorship, and the uncomfortable truth that some stories don't stay within the boundaries you set for them.

[ Book 2 of His Series] At sixteen, Eshmita loses more than just her home, she loses her sense of safety, her voice, and the world she once believed in. Thrown into darkness, she fights to survive, carrying nothing but her fear and a fading faith in the prayers she once whispered without doubt. But survival changes people. And Eshmita refuses to remain broken. When Aadhvik enters her life, he doesn't promise to save her. He offers something far more dangerous understanding. Because some love stories are not about perfection. They are about healing. And some prayers are never spoken- only lived.

Top-tier wedding planner, Oaklyn Miller knows that perfection requires sacrifice. For years, she's happily sacrificed her own romantic life for the sake of deadlines and bridal gowns. But her seamlessly printed itinerary get a massive rewrite when she meets Boston Young-a cynical investigative journalist and the groom-to-be whose upcoming wedding is supposed to be Oaklyn's ticket to the big leagues. Boston is strictly off-limits, completely unavailable, and exactly the kind of distraction she can't afford. Yet, the closer they get to the altar, their undeniable chemistry threatens to become the real headline. Oaklyn knows she should focus on the details of his big day, but she's starting to realize the only detail that matters is him. Will Oaklyn pull off the perfect wedding, or will her own heartstrings leave the whole day tangled in disaster? Copyright © 2024 by Avatar_Inventive.

"Come here," he said. I blankly shook my head. "Why?" "Because I'm your man." "You are," he says simply. "Since I met you, you're all I think about. I'm fucking smitten." In the quiet, secretive town of Mystic Falls, Virginia, Rhiannon Marsden was never meant to be at the center of anything. After a traumatic event forced her to leave her hometown, Rhiannon moves in with her grandmother, carrying more than just the weight of her past. Deaf and fiercely self-reliant, she has learned to navigate the world on her own terms-choosing when to listen, when to speak, and when to shut the noise out entirely. But Mystic Falls is anything but quiet. As she grows close to the supernatural inner circle-Elena, Bonnie, and the others-Rhiannon is slowly pulled into a world of vampires, witches, and ancient secrets she was never meant to uncover. Unlike the others, she doesn't rely on instinct or supernatural strength to survive-only observation, intuition, and an unshakable sense of control. It's that quiet resilience that catches the attention of Elijah Mikaelson-an Original vampire who, for reasons even he doesn't fully understand, chooses to trust her first. And where Elijah is measured and honorable, Kol Mikaelson is unpredictable and dangerous-yet equally drawn to her in ways that threaten to unravel them both. As Rhiannon's relationships with the Mikaelsons deepen, her presence begins to shift the course of events in subtle but irreversible ways. Loyalties blur. Outcomes change. And the fragile balance between survival and destruction begins to tilt. Caught between the silence she controls and the chaos she cannot, Rhiannon must decide who she is in a world that refuses to stay quiet-and whether trust is worth the risk of being heard.

" That's why they call it falling in love. No one ever means to fall." -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Sherlock Holmes. London's most eligible sleuth. Enola Holmes. The female detective. Mycroft Holmes. The government prick. Siblings. Family. Blood. But blood is about to be spilt. For change requires sacrifice. How much blood does it take to drain a man? How much pain does it take to see the truth? How much fire does it take to melt an icy heart? Sherlock Holmes was never meant to fall in love. But then again, neither was Kiva Taylor. Takes place after Enola Holmes 2 Sherlock Holmes x OC Enola Holmes fanfiction Copyright All rights reserved.

"Kanuu, explain something to me," Vidhi muttered, staring at the moon like it was his customer-care department. "Why did you invent men with egos bigger than the Himalayas but emotional maturity of a boiled potato?" She muttered swinging her legs sitting on the wall of empty terrace "Anyway, I've decided. If you ever plan to send one into my life, make sure he's quiet... because I'm not reducing my volume for anyone." ＼(^_^)／＼(^_^)／＼(^_^)／ Arav rubbed his forehead and stared at the wall of the barracks like it had personally betrayed him. "Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath. In ten minutes, that woman had questioned his strategy, mocked his serious face, called him "Mr. Gorilla," and then walked away like she had just delivered a public service announcement.. He exhaled slowly, the calm soldier in him trying very hard to stay calm. "God give me patience," he whispered. A pause. "...or a helmet. Because if she talks like that again, I might actually bang my head on this wall." ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ Captain I prefer chikne (clean shaved) guys more as my prey ~ Ofcourse I figured out by the type of reels you like ... Dr.. ~

Joanna has just 23 days to avenge her mother's murder by reclaiming the chancellorship from her tyrannical uncle, the current ruler of Darand. --- After being presumed dead for 18 years - and training in secret for nearly as long - Joanna has just 23 days left to reclaim her rightful place as chancellor of Darand. It's a seat that once belonged to her mother, until she was framed for crimes against humanity and executed by Joanna's uncle. With time running out, Joanna must journey across Darand's outer boroughs to its capital, facing danger at every turn, and prove her late mother's innocence ... or leave Darand to rot under her uncle's rule. It's a trip she'd planned to take alone, but when Chancellor Wolford catches wind his niece is not just alive but actively staging a coup, Joanna must turn to a shy (and handsome) metalsmith's apprentice for help. There's just one problem: The apprentice might've been the one to blow Joanna's cover. --- **Do NOT put this story on Goodreads, please. I appreciate it.**

Some stories don't announce themselves. They begin quietly. In between conversations. In moments that seem ordinary - until they aren't. Sharanya never thought she was waiting for anything. Dhruv never thought he would have to. And yet, somewhere between unspoken things and almost-answers, something begins to shift. Marigolds at Dusk is not about dramatic confessions or impossible odds. It's about the kind of love that grows where no one is looking. The kind that feels confusing before it feels certain. The kind that makes you wonder when "just" became "everything." There are pauses. There are silences that mean more than words. There are evenings that stretch longer than they should. And there's the quiet question neither of them is ready to ask. Some flowers bloom in broad daylight. Others wait for dusk. This is that kind of story.

VOW BENEATH THE THRONE ~ Bound By Duty, Bound By Love She was forbidden. He was invincible. Together, they were inevitable. Vikram Singh Shekhawat has never lost a battle. Never stumbled. Never believed in anything as fragile as love. Love makes warriors weak. It's the only law he's never broken-until her. Meera Kanwar Rajawat is fire wrapped in silk. A woman who believes love is the only strength that matters. When their eyes meet, something shatters between them-something neither can afford to break. But duty demands sacrifice. The throne demands obedience. And secrets... secrets demand blood. In the shadows, another love story bleeds into existence. Chandrashekhar Shrivastava has always won every game-until he meets someone who isn't playing. Ishani Joshi has survived the unsurvivable, endured the unbearable... and just when she stops believing in salvation, he arrives. Four hearts. One empire. Infinite ways to break. Will they choose duty? Will they choose love? Or will love choose them-dragging them toward a destiny neither can escape? In Aryavarth Samrajya, some vows are written in blood. Some are written in starlight. This one will rewrite the kingdom itself. Bound by duty. Bound by love. Bound to burn. ©All rights reserved

Even crowns have their fractures... When the gods who command everything in existence are forced to join together to fight an enemy they'd never encountered, they were not expecting things to wind up the way they did. Empress Valentine, the young leader of the Crystal Empire has been threatened by Eclipse, a woman who wants to steal four powerful artefacts known as the Energy Crystals. Motive unknown, Valentine decides its time to bring all of the gods together to fight this force of nature. Once united, the six of them and Ayla - a legendary warrior - push down the uprising and attempt to prevent Eclipse from getting a hold of the Crystals. Only to discover that the rebel's reasoning isn't the only secret buried amongst the Empire's history. Currently being re-written, so there may be a few mix-ups in writing style and banner art!

How it feels navigating your early 20's as a woman. A public diary, written with the intention of being poetic about existing.