Female Michael Myers Novels & Stories

She looked so frightened that she wanted to shout but was weak. "Hush, Lady Mary, do you remember me?" I whispered, then moved closer to her bed. "I'm Eva Green, a former student of yours!" The woman thought for a moment, her eyes wide as she tried to recall the name. Soon she remembered and stared at me again with her blank eyes. She tried to sit up on the bed with her hands, but they were too weak to lift. Her leg, which was in a cast, seemed to be nailed to the bed to keep her from moving.

Shin Alexandra Ferrell, is a woman that went through hell multiple times – that is what people who know her name call her. It is fitting to say that it already became her alias. In her twenty-seven years of existence, she had already experienced and seen all the things that any person could experience and witness in their whole existence. But even if that is already the case, it seems like God has still a lot in store for her

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.

The moment I sat on the soft surface, the cameraman gave me a hand gesture as a signal that the show… finally commences. It was at that moment. A clicking sound on the floor, footsteps coming towards the stage. The figure of a person slowly revealing from the darkness. And as light finally shun upon its face, a figure of a woman appears—revealing the former no. 1 model that caught the attention of the entire world, Ophelia Maine, my mother.

“But I don’t think she’s real. So do I can’t believe that the woman in my dreams caused me to stop having sexual and emotional contact with women,” Felix said then shook his head. “I can’t get her out of my mind ever since.” He finished and drove the car once again. “But what if she is real?” Taylor asked. “If she is, I’ll make her mine. And mine alone.” They drove to Primo Luna and handed them the drive left immediately so that they could go home in Nuella Sangre.