Melanie Sovran Wolfe, Author & Screenwriter

My latest award-winning dark satire novel, Professor Hex Vs. Texas Men is now available!

“Holly implored him. "Juan, I had a miscarriage. Obviously, God doesn't want me to carry our baby. But now, you, you can. This is a miracle! This is our second chance. God is good, all the time! Can I get an Amen?" She punctuated her words with a little celebratory dance. “I have to call Pastor Pete with the exciting miracle. Oh wait, I wonder if he is pregnant, too?” She laughed. “Can you imagine all the men at church, pregnant? We have to go next Sunday, I have got to see this.”
But Juan, determined to make his stance clear, was unyielding. "Holly! I get to have a choice here."

"Choice.” She snickered. “Welcome to life as a woman!” Holly spun around to see him. “Our entire existence is doing things we don't want to do, starting with our first period to having the great portal between our legs that brings humans into this world…and then you men dictating what we can and can’t do. Choice. Please. You’re having our baby! You have to do this for me. For us!”

― Melanie Sovran Wolfe, Professor Hex vs. Texas Men: Where Women's Rights and

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“I vow," he began, his voice shaking only slightly, "to honor your independence, to nurture your freedom as fiercely as I protect my own. I vow to serve you, to cherish your desires above my own, and to support your growth in all that you dream of becoming. I will be your partner, but more than that, I will be your servant, your champion, as you lead us forward."

A quiet murmur of approval rippled through the audience, but Lauren barely noticed. Her heart pounded in her chest, her fingers curling slightly into the fabric of her dress. It was as if the entire structure of the world she knew shifted—this man, openly vowing to serve his wife, not just love her, but to place her needs, her autonomy, at the very core of their relationship. It was breathtaking.

The bride’s turn came, her voice steady and unwavering. "I vow," she began, her chin raised high, "to love myself first, so that I may love you fully. I vow to never dim my light, never shrink to fit into spaces too small for me. I will take up space, claim what is mine, and live in a way that honors my worth. You will walk beside me, not in front of me, and I will give you the respect that comes with loving someone who understands my need for freedom. My life is mine to live, and in choosing you, I choose a partner who will celebrate, not control, that freedom."

The words hung heavy in the air, each one a declaration, not just of love, but of defiance against a history that had told women they were meant to serve. Lauren felt a lump in her throat, her palms slightly damp. This wasn’t just a wedding; it was a revolution wrapped in the guise of vows, a reclamation of everything women had been denied.

When the couple kissed, the crowd erupted in applause, the sound filling the glass chapel like a roar of approval. Lauren shot to her feet, clapping with a fervor she hadn’t known was within her. Beside her, Brad remained seated, his fists clenched, his jaw tight. Edward stood, clapping softly, his approval quieter but just as firm.

For a moment, Lauren glanced at Brad, a wave of sadness washing over her. He would never understand this—the freedom, the equality, the joy of it all. But, as she turned her gaze to Edward, she saw something there, in the quiet way he looked at her, that made her heart ache. It wasn’t the same kind of love Brad had shown her. It was respect. The kind that didn't shrink her but allowed her to breathe.