Misogyny Stories

NOT A HALAL LOVE STORY!!! By twenty-two, Zainab Bello had perfected the art of disliking men without apology. Loudly, deliberately, and with enough reasons to justify it. Men talked too much when they knew too little. They took space like it was owed to them. They listened only when it suited them. And if there was one thing Zainab was certain of, it was this: any room that required her to shrink for a man was not a room she intended to stay in. So when the white Benz scratched her car and sped off without an apology that morning, she didn't see an accident. She saw proof. NOT A HALAL LOVE STORY!!!

In 1981, 18-year-old Yessenia De La Cruz entered Vought's world, dreaming of heroism for her small family. By 1982, her family is tragically broken in the worst way possible, putting her relationship with Noir on the line and grasping Soldier Boy's interest. At 19 years old, she is married and has children with Soldier Boy. In 1984, she was 21 years old. Soldier Boy is dead. Gone. Her children are fatherless, and she is widowed. In 2024, her dead husband comes back, demanding to pick up where things ended. Soldier Boy (The Boys) x Fem OC AO3: @cats_love_all

[Cover by Guinealove2005] Freya Bell, while only seventeen has always had trouble fitting in a minor Northern Sector known as Fyri. So when her old nan finally kicks the bucket, the only thing left is to pack up her meager belongings and move in with her older sister Nadia who resides in a small town by the name Westen, located at the center of the Southern Cities. A place of high ranking goverment officials who have way too much time on their, busy with the destruction and eradication of the lower populations. She finds that nothing could ever cure her hatred for the outrageously rich bastards here in Westen that is until she meets Strid Beadu. Strid Beadu thought he had everything he could ever need for the son of a high ranking general. The looks, money, and even the young ladies who never seemed to take their eyes off him. That is until he meets Freya Bell. She's not like all the rich girls he's grown up with. Especially not like the spoiled brat he's been engaged to since he was six years old. At the command of his father. Strid knows he must not take a bite of the forbidden fruit. But when trouble stirs up in downtown Westen, his decision to stay away from Freya, may no longer be in his power to do so. As for Frey, who would love to finish school, and return to Fyri without a hitch, she'll find that learning to love the enemy, isn't the worst thing out there. Find out what happens on their long, complicated journey, in this novel Torment, and learn that the things around you aren't always what they seem.

Just finished Girl on Girl by Sophie Gilbert and I am WRECKED. This is the book that names the thing we've all quietly been ignoring about how the early 2000s treated women and girls. Uncomfortable, necessary, unforgettable. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Full review on Views She Writes.

Caroline pledges to herself that she will learn to remain sane, however in doing so discovers how much easier it is to believe a lie that makes one feel at ease.

Nascar x reader You get interviewed after a race, and instead of asking sensible questions, like "how was your day?", they decide to be sexist. I own nothing. No beta, we die like readers. Didn't actually mean for this to turn at all romantic(it did a little, I have much love for Blaney)

A collection of short stories and musings

My way of venting and fighting against hate and prejudice.

Poem to an ex about how I was never his mother and should not have been treated like I was anything aside from his girlfriend

This is a completely satirical piece! Please do not take this seriously.

There's been growing community of black people in the island north of Luzon. With its population ratio of 30% Black and 70% Filipino. Over the years, it is being visited by many locals for its best picturesque beaches and sceneries. It attracts many foreigners making difference to the population percentage. It was very peaceful island indeed with God as its patron and solidarity is their language. But it wasn't until a rice company run by white people decided to inhabit quarter of the island making their property and doing illegal slavery amongst black people. Johnson family, one of the affected black people in the island decided to flee the country. However, they didn't make it as the security held them captive because they try to run away for the port. Meanwhile, Laura Johnson - the eldest grand children of the family - escaped in the hands of security. This is the story of a black woman who pretended to be white man to save her family and also to save other people. How can she make it herself? What is the importance of feminism and equality among many races? --------------------------- This is a work of fiction. Names, places, and events relating to real life are purely coincidental. Views and opinions of the story does not reflect the author's. Plagiarism is a crime. Written in Taglish.

Alexandra Hamilton died, her blood glistening under the scattering lights of New York City. Alexandra Hamilton woke up, hundreds of years in the past, small and panting, and alive. Will she be able to survive this new and strange world with only her wits and her determination; or will she succumb to the misogyny, racism, and bigotry of the times? Also:// female, de-aged, modern hamilton dies, travels to the past, beats ass, crossdresses a lot, and sticks one up to tiny jefferson. Oh did I mention rewriting history?

Original poems, much like a plane's black box, documenting the moments leading up to an explosive disaster.

Being a woman is never easy. It's like being a pet in a burning house. You are the last one to be saved. started: July 26th 2023

So basically in this story Dabi is a quirk less perv who is also misogynistic and try's to do something to y/n but she isn't the type to be messed with. This is a short story btw :)

The girls are tired of the misogyny in the mafia and no longer want to be raised to be nothing but supportive wives to the men. They have realised that their roles do not benefit them in any way and have decided to turn the mafia inside out and rule it themselves. So Camilla takes it upon herself to take the first step and build alliances in the dark while playing the role of a docile mafia woman. The mafia has no idea just what kind of monster they created and are in for a rude awakening. "Of course I changed. One moment I was a princess going to bed and the next I..." He stopped moving and looked me in the eyes. All he had to do was fuck me without getting emotional. How annoying. " What did they do to you Cammy? Those people had you for six whole years! I know they hurt you talk to me " ohh, it's cute that he thinks I owe him an explanation. " Let's get one thing clear Aiden. I'm not your friend and I don't owe you shit. All you are is a night fuck and right now you're doing a bad job at it. Now be a good boy and move or else I'll get some real man to do it instead. Trust me, there's a whole line of them waiting for a chance, so....ahh" he gave one particularly harsh thrust that had me hitting my head on the wall. He always did fuck better when angry. I'm in for a wild night! I took the picture from Pinterest and edited it, it is not an original.

David is lost in a Yorkshire fog. Deep in a valley without mobile signal and only a stream to guide him, he discovers the remains of an unmapped and abandoned settlement. Here, he learns of the mystery that befell the place and the curious story of the Dale Heron. A little intrigue, a little gothic horror. I'm trying to play with the idea of ingrained misogyny and the lessons we fail to learn at various stages in our treatment of women. --- If you're interested... BEHIND THE SCENES! Writing is a process, and in this work I've tried to improve my writing by: (1) Economising - I wrote a longer story called The Dale Heron (which is also on WattPad). Though I prefer the longer version, it is too long to be a true short story and perhaps rambles a bit. I wanted to push myself to see if I could find a better way to tell it. Though the two stories share some plot points and some prose, they are otherwise very different takes. (2) Exploring new avenues - I usually have a fixed idea in my mind of where I want my plot to go, often thinking about them thoroughly in my mind before typing anything out. So I don't give myself space to write out different plot possibilities or alternative avenues for action. So this was a good opportunity to try it and flesh out ideas that could make for a definitive telling of the story. In working on this version (and thinking about it next to The Dale Heron), I realised that there is perhaps a story to tell about nature: naturans (nature doing what it does) and naturata (the ways we affect nature). So, that's why I named this version as I did - it's a reminder that I may want to explore this in a third version. Feedback is always welcome!