Female Michael Myers Novels & Stories

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.

However, I have no idea how I even got to the hospital. There were two detective’s that came – a man and a woman. The man stood off to the side, watching me like I was some kind of freak on display, and I truly remember very little else about him. I do remember the woman’s voice, though, as she questioned me – a southern drawl with a hint of cajun – but for the life of me, I can’t remember her name or her face, really; only that she had coffee and cream colored skin and smelled of mint. I vaguely remember a slight, balding man in scrubs – the doctor – telling them something about Post-Traumatic-Shock.

But that didn’t bother her, giving into her animal instincts gave her solace, gave her peace. Within a few seconds, the white wolf was gone, and in its place stood a tall, lean woman with hair almost as white as snow and eyes as blue as the endless oceans. In place of the white wolf, now stood Mikalya Carnell, the first ever Female Alpha in the world dominated by male shifters.

the main female lead of our story, Leah Williams was crying because all she did these vacations was get bored. "Come on, my eardrums will blast with that horrific cry of yours," Mia yelled at Leah as she covered her ears with her hand. Mia Johnson aka Leah's best friend. "Come on, man. You got the chance to go on a trip while I on the other hand got bored in the house because my so-called parents were too busy to give me time for all these vacations." Leah said while turning through the pages of the book in front of her.

He won't let me live, but he won't let me die. Was it possible that that woman was who I was thinking? If I was right, that woman was the key that would unlock Simon's hidden fears. - Is your name Mary? Mary Sincler Campbell? - I haven't heard that name in so long. - Are you Mickael's mother? - Mickael? Do you know Mickael? - How can you be alive? - Am I alive? I don't know. - thirty-eight years! You disappeared thirty-eight years ago! How is this possible?

[Mia's POV] My name is Mia Monroe, and I’ve been a professional p**n star for six years. At 29 years old, I’m one of the most popular performers in my niche. Fans love my curvy, all-natural body: big, soft 36DD tits that bounce hypnotically when I ride cock, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a thick, juicy ass that I can clap and twerk on command. I have long dark hair, full lips, and a filthy mouth that knows exactly what to say to make viewers explode. I do mostly hardcore scenes now — rough sex, deepthroat, creampies, anal, and occasional gangbangs. My fans can’t get enough of how loud I moan and how greedily I take dick.

It rang once before someone answered. "Detective Sarah Martinez, Seattle PD." "Detective Martinez, this is Mia Meyer. Are you in position?" "We've been waiting for your signal, Mrs. Meyer. Do you have what we need?" Grey's eyes widened as he stared at Mia. "Police?" Mia nodded at him. "Detective, I have a recording of Samuel Meyer ordering my murder and the murder of my aunt. I also have a witness who can testify to multiple crimes including the murder of Cassandra Wells and Chris Chen."

“I know how hard it is. Carrying life inside you while feeling like yours is falling apart.” Tears burned behind my eyes. I blinked fast. “I don’t have anyone,” I whispered. “No husband. No family. No help.” “Where are you staying?” “At the shelter.” She nodded slowly. “Do they treat you well there?” “It’s fine,” I said quickly. “It’s safe. And warm. That’s enough.” The woman looked down at her hands. Then she said, “My name is Maya. I’m a doctor.” I froze. A doctor?

Seeing that the faces of the women next to her, including Linda Park, were all darkened, Rachel West's heart was racing. Jason Kim wants to play, don't involve yourself with him! "You don't even know how to drink alcohol, how can you be an assistant? Not to mention that you are so ugly." Sure enough, someone started targeting her. A very coquettishly dressed woman shook her wine glass and laughed sarcastically: "Tsk tsk, sure enough, an unknown actress can't even find an assistant, too bad.” Linda Park listened, her face flushed with anger, and she put a glass of wine in front of Rachel West: "Drink it and show them!"