Female Michael Myers Novels & Stories

she called to the butt again and it began to move backwards until an entire body appeared, straightened and turned to Mikayla. Mikayla's eyes widened in surprise. The mechanic was a woman. It had been hard to tell from the overalls but Mikayla could see her face now. "I know. It's surprising. A woman mechanic," the lady said, noting the look on her face. Mikayla didn't correct her that her surprise was not at the fact that she was a woman. But that she was the most beautiful female mechanic Mikayla had ever seen. She had big green eyes and lovely short cropped brunnet hair.

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.

My boss quickly straightened up on his feet, noticing the tension between us. Ah, so this bastard thought I was a he? "Yes Mr. Del Fuero. You're meeting with this woman kasi siya yung Sam Javier na sinasabi ko sa'yo kanina." With that confirmation, disbelief flickered in his eyes. "And you're telling me that this woman here is one of your best P.I in your agency, am I right Michael?" "Yes. Siya nga. Wala ng iba, Mr. del Fuero. At hindi lang siya magaling, she's also reliable and a trusted P.I.. I can assure you that."