Female Michael Myers Novels & Stories

I fell to the ground, my head hitting a stone pillar, nearly losing consciousness. Blood seeped from my forehead. As I was struggling to get up from the ground, a baseball bat suddenly came swinging towards me. A sharp pain assaulted my head and I instantly lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself stuffed inside a burlap sack with my mouth sealed tight. As I was about to struggle, I suddenly heard the voice of Lucas' bodyguard nearby. "Mr. Richardson, this is the person your wife hired to assault Ms. Clarke."

And somehow, even after everything, that feels impossibly hard. That afternoon, something happens that changes everything. I'm in the common area, trying to read a book that someone left on one of the tables, when a woman approaches me. She's younger than me, maybe early thirties, with dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and a scar running down her left cheek. Her name is Michelle, and I've seen her around but never spoken to her. She has a reputation for being dangerous, the kind of person even the guards are wary of. "You're Sandra Seaman," she says, sitting down across from me without asking permission. It's not a question, just a statement of fact.

Her head was lowered, and she looked timid. "My name is Vivian Cunningham, a freshman here," I gave her a broad smile, "what's your name?" She nervously clutched the books against her chest and forced a nerdy smile, "My name is Annika Summers." Annika was pretty. I could see her beautiful emerald eyes behind her thick bangs and black-framed glasses. But she was the shyest person I'd ever met. She wasn't like any of my friends from wealthy families who were always obnoxiously pompous. She was also a freshman in the finance program, just like Nathan and me, so we soon became good friends.

Cara's parents had been calling her phone nonstop. She was not picking up. She had been sitting on the floor of the rented apartment we had shared. The room was dark. She was knotted into a corner. Wave after wave of someone else's pleasure rolled through her body. She didn't know whose; she knew what it was. She had been with enough men to recognize the feeling. Her own body kept answering it. Hazel took me to a hotel banquet hall on a quiet morning. When we walked in, I saw a row of people standing there.

SALLY'S POV "May I know the reason for your tears? You have only been crying since you walked into this room and sat there, please your silence is killing me", I pleaded. "What part are you interested in? Because I'm crying for a whole lot of reasons", she replied. "I'd like to know everything if you are ready to share, especially the part you said you're not a werewolf", I said and she sighed and wiped her tears. "I am not a werewolf but a witch", she said and I was shocked by my marrows.

The woman throw me a glare pagkakita palang sa'kin, halatang naiinis parin ito sa'kin for locking her up in my room earlier. "C-Cameron! Please take' her away from 'ere now, Cam! She's gonna kill me!! I want to live moore!" Liam exclaimed in horror, begging me to rescue him. "Yes, del Fuero! Help him now!" Mason agreed while vigorously nodding his head. "Donna move, Liam! Am taking my gun now!" Their faces became more paler than ever at mas lalo pa itong nataranta when the witch had yelled that out. "CAMERON!!! Please! Help me here! Kunin mo na sya maawa ka!!" Parang batang naiiyak na saklolo nito sa'kin as the very witch was trying to stop him from moving.

Then it was because Maya lived two lives, one, a life of a college student and second, a life of a cleaner. Maya was a girl in her early twenties and instead of wearing short dresses and flirt around with boys or gossip about other's lives, what she did was wear loose hoodies, oversized T-shirts and baggy trousers with simple shoes or sometimes combat boots. She was pretty much malnourished looking, her skinny form didn't make an appearance from her loose clothing, but her small narrow face and slim bony hands did give it away. At least people couldn't see her face clearly or they would've mistook her for a zombie. Despite her skinny appearance her muscles were the result of her intense trai

She knows Alice is as stubborn as Anita. Mrs. Tonia strips to take her bath while Anita stares at her phone screen as it finally switches on. She enters her F******k account and first sees a friend request from Liam Jackson, making her heart skip a beat. As if that isn't enough, she sees a message from him too, and her heart grows in panic as she clicks it open to read his text to her.

But as the figure rounded the corner, my eyes widened. The woman in front of me was dressed in a tight, ribbed tank top and a miniskirt that left nothing to the imagination. She furrowed her perfectly groomed eyebrows, looking me up and down with a sneer. “Ophelia?” I stepped back, swallowing hard as I turned toward the stove. My heart was thundering against my ribs. It wasn't Margot. It was Cindy Myers. An Omega who had gone to school with us. And Damon’s ex-girlfriend.