Strangle The Bad Woman Novels & Stories

My fingers clench tighter around her wrist, this time with full warrior intent. "Ow hey! Stop it!" the woman shouts, her fake confidence finally cracking down the middle. She flashes her teeth at my face, her words laced with pure venom as she blurts out, "You pitiful little kitchen boy, your life is completely doomed! Do your ears even have a single clue who is sitting right out there at that table? He lives in a whole different world than your track jacket. Cross his path, and your wolf is toast! I am his chosen woman for the night. Come at my body, and his fangs will make you regret ever showing your face in Valoria Ridge! Let go of me, you psycho boy!"

Helen’s heart raced, her breaths shallow as she struggled, her fingertips scraping at the woman’s arm, but the pressure was unrelenting. The room seemed to close in on her, the walls pressing inward with each gasping breath. She couldn’t see the woman’s face anymore; it was a blur, a shadow. All she could feel was the cold, suffocating grip, and the weight of her years of sins crashing down on her. "Who are you?" Helen croaked, her voice barely audible. "Why… why are you doing this?" The woman’s grip loosened just enough for Helen to take a quick, gasping breath, but the pain in her throat was unbearable. The woman’s lips curled into a dark smile, cold and twisted. "I'm the one who was left

The paranoid bitch scraped my knee because she thought something which wasn't. "You heard me!" "I dare you to repeat it" she spoke proudly smiling at me as if she knew I couldn't. But she had another thing coming. "I said your.a.psychotic.bitch" I gritted out. This time she was fuming and so I smirked forgetting all about the pain but quickly wiped it off as the bitch lunged for me. "I'll kill you!" "Not if I kill you first!" She swung her fist into my face landing an agonizing blow. I cringed in pain at the sound of my noise been broken but quickly recovered as I now had both my hand at her throat strangling her. Right now I cared less about my broken noise and just strangling her to death!

Suddenly, a strong grip strangled my neck. I gasped in horror but I failed to even pull myself fast. It was too late my feet were already floating from the ground. I started struggling to breathe. The hand from the door pulled me even closer. I could hear someone breathing but I was too busy struggling for my life. I tried to pull myself. I grunted but the person strangling me planned on killing me for real. Then, I heard crispy laughter. It came from a woman. Through the rectangular opening, I could see her wide and evil grin. "We meet again..."

The woman was a stranger. "Who the hell is this?" Delilah demanded as she stepped closer. Martin flinched at the sound of her voice. Before anyone could answer, Delilah grabbed the lamp from the table next to her. Her grip tightened around the base, her knuckles turning white. She raised it, aiming to strike Martin with all the fury that had been boiling inside her. "Please don’t hurt him! Don’t hurt us!" the woman cried out, her voice trembling. Delilah froze, her jaw tightening.

I trailed off, my eyes widening in disbelief at my own words. Way to blow it, Jennifer! How do you mention wanting to strangle a woman’s only child in front of her? “I didn’t really mean that ma’am… I’m sorry I got carried away.” Oh my God, I was so stupid. I sighed deeply, waiting for the lashing of my lifetime, perhaps something a step more dramatic, like champagne pouring all over my head, ruining my intricate chignon and my beautiful dress, but to my chagrin, the elegant woman only chuckled, “Now, wanting to strangle your man most of the time is how you know you landed the real deal, child,” She winked mischievously, laughing harder when she noticed the dumbfounded look on my face. “I kn

"However, given the circumstances, jump again, kangaroo, and I'll snap your neck." Fear flashes in her eyes, but she's quick to hide it. "You said you wouldn't strangle me; I'm a woman!" Whoever this woman is- she's pushing her luck. "Strangle being the keyword. There's a huge difference between strangling and breaking someone's neck, genius." She-wolves, who were desperate for my attention a moment ago, slowly back away. One by one, they leave me alone, muttering some shit under their breath. Fucking finally. Now, I can focus on the only woman in this damn building who matters.

Furthermore, she presses me to the wall while gripping my throat and my defensive response is to kick her away powerfully—infusing an enchast on my sole. I had no choice but to control her like a puppet with my fingers... until I was ambushed again from behind by a woman waving a pan! There are two other women with her, and because I collapse on the floor, Hrista strangles me from behind! I nudged her and she overreacted a scream again. The seamstress has been yelling and pleading above us to stop messing around in her store together with the noise of these women. "GET OUT OF OUR TOWN!"

Before she could ask another question, the man suddenly pinned her to the sand, trapping one of her wrists above her head with a single hand. "Relax," he said in a low voice that somehow made her even more nervous. "If I wanted to hurt you, your body would've been broken long before now, Red." His hand tightened against her chest before he captured her lips in a rough, possessive kiss. Pain shot through her. Fiora clenched her teeth, forcing herself not to scream. For some reason... She was certain that struggling would only make him more dangerous. "Darius." Another voice suddenly echoed across the beach.

“I’m going to make you pay with your life! You’re a vicious woman, you caused Julia to have her leg amputated... Why don’t you die?” At the door of the operating room, a tall and handsome man with a gentle face pressed a woman against the wall and strangled her neck.