Bowsette Novels & Stories

She chimed, running her fingers through the lashes of the flogger made out of rope. Hanging the leather item back onto the rack, I walked towards the back right corner of the room where there was a big wall restraint, with a bunch of red vinyl-covered cushions placed in the shape of an X. I stood on my tippy toes to try and feel for the leather cuffs at the top.

She shot recurve, not compound, because recurve had no let-off and no mechanical advantage and no forgiveness, and she'd liked that about it, the idea that the only thing between her and the target was herself and how steady she could hold. Her recurve was a secondhand Hoyt she'd bought off a retiring competitor at a tournament three years ago for two hundred dollars, the limbs resurfaced, the string replaced, the riser worn smooth in the grip where a hundred hands before hers had held it. She'd named it nothing, because naming a bow felt like naming a toothbrush, but she talked to it sometimes, in her head, on the line, the way shooters do, asking it to behave, and it mostly did, and when i

It unnerved Zephyra and she swallowed. Finally, she forced herself to move forward. The woman still hadn’t moved when Zephyra reached her. With a cautious glance around her, she knelt and turned the woman over onto her back. Her grip on the bow slackened, sending the arrow plunging into the soft ground at her feet. “Oh My God,” Zephyra said as she looked down at the woman. The bow slipped completely out of her hands now. The woman’s whole body was ravaged with injuries, especially her face.

“But you are not here for the potions.” He looked to the side and when we averted our attention to Wendy, she was approaching the stone table, holding something that was cloaked with a piece of tunic fabric. She laid it before us and when Weston tossed the fabric to the side, our mouth almost gaped when we saw a crossbow.

Brawen suddenly shouted: "I.. I want to take you to see the sun one day." Rosa froze for a moment, then smiled, took out a beautiful platinum anklet from her pocket: "This will take my place with you". Brawen happily accepted it, quickly put it on her feet, suddenly she was not satisfied: "I usually wear high boots, otherwise I wear long socks, your bracelet is hidden". Rosa smiled: "It's okay, you can like it." Seeing Rosa so happy, Brawen also stopped nagging.

Chapter 37 "Miss Chen." I said, and they woman smiled as she engulfed me into a hug. "Aren't you going to ask me anything?" I asked, as she rubbed somethings on my face. "Your shoot is about to begin Octavia...be a good girl and smile so I won't have to scold you later." She said and I nodded. I was wearing a beautiful brown short gown and a black leather shoes and a brown beret that had the logo of the Van ders Beanto.

She had told me once she even had knives in her boots that would flick out with the right pressure in the right spot, and a couple wolfsbane coated pins in her hair, just in case. Luna Davene carried a bow with a quiver of arrows wrapped around her, the arrows were made with silver, and each had a little compartment in the arrowhead that held liquid silver and wolfsbane. When the arrowhead became embedded in the skin the shell holding the deadly liquids would burst and enter the blood stream. There was nothing you could do to save someone from one of Luna Davene’s arrows.

“Gee Fox? You're just a toy and always will be—” “Gia?” A voice cut through my haze, and I turned to see Bobby, the manager of the club. “Yes, Bobby?” I replied, peeling off my coat to reveal my micro mini skirt that showcased the black thong underneath, knee-high transparent black socks, heels, and a cropped corporate white shirt, complete with a tie to fit tonight's high school theme. “Private room service. Tobias Whitlock,” he said briefly.

“Tessa told her about the will; of course she knows something.” “No, I don’t mean that. She had on bracelets, neck chains, rings, and earrings, all made of silver. I tried to let that off as mere coincidence, but it was nighttime, and she didn’t seem to be going anywhere—so why would she be wearing all that? There is more. I caught the scent a little late, but I believe this woman named Bree is in possession of undiluted wolfsbane. Angelina had no reason to lie; I knew she was telling the truth. But the question now was; why did Bree have all of those in her possession, and more importantly, how did she get access to wolfsbane?

“No hidden pockets?” Julise snorted. “Oh, my sweet summer child. The pockets are the least hidden thing about this.” She flipped the collar inside out to reveal a thin wire sewn into the seam. “Garrote. The left sleeve holds throwing needles. The embroidery on the bodice? Poison reservoir. This, my dear gutter rat, is a noblewoman’s idea of practical wear.” I held it up skeptically. “And the males who’ll die by the hands of noble females, they know and approve of this?”