Feminists Stories

●》BOOK 1 OF CONQUERANCE SERIES ~The tale of a lost princess who grew up as a warrior ~ Swaranika , the lost princess who grew up as an orphan , a girl who was destinated to live a lavish and comfortable life , was cursed by Destiny at the age of 6 years she was torn away from her parents , had an accident due to which she lost her memory, But did she gave up on her life? No she build stronger , worked hard for her survival She was fearless , strong ,dominant and how can't she? A person who doesn't have anyone to rely on is the strongest because , She had built herself from collecting her peices from life but really that's what destiny has planned for her ? Devrah Singh Chauhan , the kind of Sitamgarh who was called a emotion less ruler because of his cruelty towards his enemies , If someone got entangled with devraj it was impossible to live more in his life because he was never taught mercy , even how can he understand this word because he was just a teenage boy at 12 years when his parent's died and the responsibility of whole kingdom got in his little shoulders his childhood was ruin by politics in his own Palace which made him Emotionless or we can say someone who never got to know taste of love But what happens when the red strings bound them to be eachothers , two people who can't bow to anyone fall in love with eachother , will there love story be a tragic? answer is history and my Readers will know ;) Tropes lost princess x King Enemies To Lover he fell first and harder she drowned in his love Forbidden love forced proximity ~☆~

Flickers in the Dark INT. ABANDONED CHURCH - NIGHT Thunder rumbles ominously outside. Flickering candles battle the encroaching darkness, casting jagged shadows along the peeling walls. At the altar, a SYMBOLIC EFFIGY of a car, draped in a tattered shroud, sits, exuding a sinister presence. NARRATOR (V.O.) Addison Sparks, or whatever your name... A whisper in the dark, a name of shame. A FIGURE cloaked in black stands before a shattered stained-glass window, moonlight casting an eerie silhouette. Their voice quivers with a mix of rage and sorrow. FIGURE You said the plague wasn't real... You said history's horrors were lies... How cold. How heartless. A false prophet. A faint CHOIR of distorted voices reverberates, as if the very walls are whispering accusations. VOICES (REVERB) Fake Christian... Two-faced... Psychopath... The FIGURE steps closer to the effigy, clutching a torch tightly. FIGURE (CONT'D) My father saw the truth in your eyes. It is no wonder he wanted to end you... Lightning illuminates the scene, revealing SHADOWS creeping along the walls-grotesque caricatures of bigotry and hate, alive and writhing. VOICES (WHISPER) Rapist... White supremacist... Misogynist... The FIGURE ignites the effigy. The fire's glow reflects fiercely in their eyes, wild and unyielding. FIGURE Let your prejudice burn... Let the world see your true face... The flames reveal a GIANT RUBBER SEAL, grotesquely resembling a condom, which melts under the heat, dripping like molten wax. In the roaring firelight, distorted silhouettes of politicians and abusers twist, sneering and screaming. NARRATOR (V.O.) Trump and politicians... Two-faced abusers... I hope you suffer... mile after mile... The SCREEN GOES BLACK as an inhuman SCREAM echoes, mingling with the crackle of fire and the relentless roll of thunder. FADE OUT.

Being Indian American feels like living in a pressure cooker wrapped in a smile. You're told to be perfect, productive, palatable - never loud, never intimidating. But travel to India, and you'll meet folks who are bold, stylish, confident, and unapologetically gangsta. DEAR DIASPORA, YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER is a sharp, personal callout - not to India, but to the suffocating performance of "representation," perfectionism and intraracial competition that dominates Desi life in the West. This isn't a sob story - it's a truth bomb. A cultural essay that demands real freedom, not filtered branding. If you're ready to sip some realness, break free from the cage of expectations, and find your max pro aura - this is for you. 🍋 Bold. Tart. Sweet. Unfiltered. 🍋 Just like a glass of limeade on a hot day.

In a Paris atelier at the height of the 19th century, Clemence poses for an artist who insists he understands the women he paints. As he transforms her likeness into a vision of idealized beauty, Clemence comes to see how art can distort as much as it reveals.

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The Chaos Witches An ongoing episodic fantasy series. One hundred girls slipped through a fracture between worlds. Neither fully human nor fully demon. Raised in the hidden realm of Sarmeth, they were taught magic, discipline, and the ancient laws that governed their kind. Most accepted their place. Six did not. Instead of becoming priests, soldiers, judges, or guides, they chose Earth. Now they live among humans as a boxer, a surgical technician, a hairstylist, a stripper, a grocery store cashier... and one very unpredictable troublemaker. By day, they're ordinary women. By night, they're the reason corrupt politicians vanish, traffickers disappear, cults collapse, and billionaires wake up to lives falling spectacularly apart. They don't wear pointed hats. They don't ride broomsticks. They wield The Sparkle-a dazzling, reality-bending magic as beautiful as it is dangerous. Funny, heartfelt, chaotic, and occasionally devastating, The Chaos Witches is an ongoing collection of standalone adventures that slowly uncovers a much larger mystery: Who are the girls born from the Fracture... and what happens when the worlds that created them finally come looking? New episodes released as their next impossible mission begins.

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐏𝐲𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫... ᯓ★ 𖹭𝑭𝒊𝒓 𝑲𝒚𝒖 𝑴𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒌𝒐 𝑳𝒂𝒈𝒕𝒂 𝑯𝒂𝒊 𝑫𝒂𝒓𖹭 𝐃𝐞𝐯 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐭 ── .✦ A 28-year-old Criminal lawyer who believes in actions more than words. He is the kind of man who stays quiet until someone crosses a line and then calmly reminds them their place. Dev is respectful to those who deserve it and fearless with those who don't. He doesn't raise his voice, but he never hesitates to show people their place. 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐔𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐲 ── .✦ A 26-year-old Corporate lawyer & A social worker who runs an NGO for women who suffer at the hands of coward men. She can be Parvati or Poo-entirely depending on the situation. Her life follows one simple rule: "Kisi ko chhedna nahi, aur koi chhede toh chhodna nahi." She isn't fragile like a flower; she's fragile like a bomb-quiet until tested, powerful when pushed. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆˙⟡𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩𝐚 𝐈𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦࣪ ִֶָ☾.

this "story" is me being negative and hating things.

Even though it happened days ago I still shiver and get goosebumps, even on the inked spots of my shin. Staring at myself in the mirror I try to assure myself that it will all be fine. I'm skinnier than I was. Still the muscles are almost the same size, even bigger than before all of this. I can see my ribs from under my skin. I touch the elephant tattoo on my side and place my hand over it like my little sister used to. Down stairs I hear that people are starting to talk, that means we are going out soon, to look for food, people, even bodies. In another world where a war gazes the country, a 17 year old girl takes matters into her own hand when her parents disappear. The city that 17 year old April lives in is surrounded by the army of the country that once wear their friends, but are now their rival, And while food sources decline, April and her friends, younger than 20 years old try to keep what is left of their sanity and help people that are left with nothing. While all of this fills the head of the young girl, a boy sneaks into her world of blood sweat and tears. This is not about love, or teens, Nor is it a sob-fast. It's about war, A total war and an internal-war. Hope you'll enjoy. Love -B

After poor Emily winter lived through a horrible life she did the only thing she thought she could do at the moment... hope. Turns out that wasn't enough either she took matters into her own hands, lets just say after she was done her hands got a little bloody.

In the 1950's, there was a master assassin named Callie. She fought her way to the top by doing anything that the situation needed. People respected and feared Callie. She managed to be what she wanted in a time where women were looked down apon, she was as cunning as a fox and made her own name for herself in the world. But what if something took an unexpected turn?

18+ Margo, a philosophy student in a feminist ethics class, crosses a line one drunken night and finds herself pulled into a dark, erotic web of desire and control. What starts as a whispered challenge spirals into submission. Four different men, all hungry for power. Belts on skin, knees on carpet, mouths filled and denied, bodies used and tested. Amid debates on power, consent, and fantasy, she surrenders deeper-to pain that blooms into pleasure, to rules that strip away choice, to the quiet thrill of being nothing but obedient. A raw, unapologetic descent into kink, hierarchy, and the intoxicating edge where feminist theory meets flesh.

what happens when gabbys true love is taken away for good? what does gabby do?

1968..ᝰ "𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 '𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥' 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥." Her face was veiled however her gaze remained unveiled, revolting to see stars of her own sky which laid 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. वो नारी है , लहरों सी वो पैर छूना जानती है तो कश्ती डुबाना भी An arranged marriage between a woman desperate to belong to herself and a man who belonged more to revolutions than to love. Born with privilege but disgusted by the society around him, As a criminal lawyer, he fought for widows, young girls, and women whose voices were buried. Marriage was never meant to be part of his life until a promise brought them together as husband and wife. He belonged to nobility, precise in words, calm in demeanor and observant. She belonged only to herself, spoke words of her shadow. Stepping into his grand haveli as his wife forced her to face harsh customs, lingering judgments, and a marriage filled with quiet tension, stolen glances, and feelings neither of them were ready to name. And when society tries to break her spirit, will he stand beside the world he swore to change or set her dreamson fire for his family ? Tropes • Soft gaze × tough exterior • Feminist ML × Feminist FL • Shawl × cotton saree • Very slow burn • Curious FL × calm ML • Mutual yearning • Secured Masculinity • "Let me cry on your lap and cover my face with your pallu ( I'm terrible at writing description

Her teenager heart thought her twenties would be her marrying the love of her life, a picket fence house, and a home where love blooms. If only she knew what adulting causes. Betrayal didn't just break her heart, it changed the way she saw men, love, and everything in between What happens when the soft lover girl is forced to be a misandrist by the betrayals? And when a feminist man unintentionally makes her rethink why she hates men, will her heart remember how to feel, or that part is gone for good this time? Read to learn more.

"We are going to start a revolution." Women in France got their voting rights in 1946 but it was only last year Muslim women's rights to wear Hijabs was taken. We have come a long way from before but there is much change yet to come. The word feminism is often looked down upon, but feminism is a simple concept. Feminism is equal voices and opportunities and that's exactly what we are going to elaborate on.

Code. For as long as she could remember, it fascinated her unlike any other. Dollar Bills. It was all he ever knew, and of course, he loved it. But what happens when you have a one-night stand with the girl whose job it is to protect your dollar bills using her computer code. Edited by @Divonshnare