Female Michael Myers Novels & Stories

Michael looked at the awed expression of the girl. “Yes.” Elaine did not hide her excitement and answered with enthusiasm. ‘This girl is too innocent.’ Kim looked at Elaine who was like a little rabbit. No rabbit was that boy Yuri but Elaine was a hamster, an angry one. Michael was a well-known figure in the city. He was well known in the whole country and the whole world considering his achievement in such a young age. Soon everyone’s gaze was directed towards the three people who entered the mall. The young CEO of the Tyrell Company, His sexy bodyguard and a young miss…wait who was that plain looking simple village girl? Everyone whispered to each other. The young woman gathered to look at

He has entered my personal bubble, making me a bit uncomfortable, to be honest. "Uh-huh, this resort is the best, and we thought we would come here to reconnect as a couple." Shit. That's what I'm doing with Maddox. Am I a goddamn cliché for bringing him here? Not good. "Yeah, it might be a good place for doing just that," I smile at my new friends, still bothered by the man's nearness. He looks down at me and then seems to realize something. His posture changes, and he shoves a hand at me. "I'm Michael Myers, and this is my wife," he doesn't even look at her. "Deborah Myers."

Rem says as he too crouches and pets the dog behind his ears. "Does Sierra know you have him?" He asks, and I shake my head. "No. She's been hugging my pillow all day, and then when I was just leaving to go out and fetch him, she went for a walk with Maya" "Are you sure you're her mate, cause those two women are glued to the fucking hip?" he laughs, but he's right. They are, but Maya has never had friends before. She had people who wanted to get close to her for the sole purpose, and me, Jack Scott and they were never interested in her as a person. The way she enjoys watching movies with her feet tucked underneath her is because she knows that if she watches a scary film, then nothing can ge

Mia The hallway was quiet, but inside the student bathroom, my heart was screaming. I was pushed up against the cold porcelain surface of the sink. My skirt was hiked up to my waist, and my breath was coming in short, jagged gasps. I’m Mia, would be 21 in two months. I'm the girl most people would term the secret whore of the school. But I didn't give a fuck. At least I was better than Sarah—the open whore. I fuck only ‘dicks that matters.’

“This is what she actually looked like.” Myla leaned in, and the breath left her lungs in a sharp, painful rush. Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening in pure horror. Hayden and Beck leaned in behind her, and the room became filled with a chorus of dark, visceral curses. "Oh my god," Myla whispered, her voice barely audible. On the screen was the face of a woman who wasn't blonde. She had dark, flowing hair and deep, soulful eyes. The shape of her nose, the curve of her jaw, the specific, delicate line of her throat.

“I see your mother’s strength in you. No matter the turmoil on the road. Never stop fighting and always stay strong.” I whimpered in pain. My body ached badly as I felt sore all through my inner thighs. This was my new reality, I had to stay strong for my boys. Lucia was the only person I considered a friend. She was always there to teach me everything I needed to know about my new mafia family. But she never told me any secrets or dealings of the Castilago family. It was a high-level secret. “You don't look too well, Esmeralda,” Lucia purred, her eyes coursing through my eyes in search of an answer, as she grabbed my hands.

I could feel his arousal pressing into me and I moaned at the exquisite feel of him. I felt like I was crazy for him, couldn’t ever get enough. I couldn’t remember why I’d left him, why we’d broken apart. I couldn’t remember my own name. I was rudely reminded of it by a knock on the door behind us and a voice calling my name. “Sarah, are you in here? Are you okay?” It was Melisa. Melisa. She was behind the door, did she know I was in here? Did she know I was on the other side, plastered against Emre like we were one entity.

In order to ease her ear, she took this break. But soon enough, she had to get back to work, knowing that she would be chewed enough further more next time. Following that, a chuckle escaped from her lips. “What are you laughing about?” Hearing that voice, she turned her head, and her eyes met with a female’s. A smile formed on her face at that. The woman with glasses approaching her was Florence Zaryle. The petite lady worked at the forensic team, and from what she knew, despite her status as a commoner, she was extremely talented. That was the impression she left upon Seraphine at least.

Amelia suddenly remembered how Helga prevented her from opening the television. "Wait, I'll send you the video. Oh my god, Lia. What is going on there?" Tara said as she quickly sends the video to her friend. Amelia clicked the link that Tara had sent her. She watches it for a few seconds before seeing her own face with Damian, the day that they exited the hospital when she went for a check-up. 'The Damian Castillo, caught in a scandal with a 17-years old girl' Amelia read the headlines. Her eyes were wide open as she watches the news about how Damian Castillo laid his hands on a minor.