Strangle The Bad Woman Novels & Stories

The woman angrily endured the stingy smell of the bad rouges while she was licked by its long tongue. "You taste good sweety..." The man added as he pulled again the hair of the lady to make it tilted up. The lady could not moved and she could only wished one thing, and it was to have someone who would help them. Her hands, even her knees were shaking hardly. The tears flowed down on her cheeks and even dhe tried to become strong, her inside self was so weak that could not handle the thing that she felt at that moment. "Let's show to this filthy woman the real identity of myself! Whahaha!" Tresznor growled the men laughed like thousand of devil watching their victims to death.

The man wanted to hurl insulting words at her but wisely bit his lips and kept shut, he sighed in relief when the woman took her hand off his neck to count the money. He never knew that the woman was very strong and provoked her getting himself into trouble. She was not the first woman he had swindled but this one was not scared of him and what surprised him more was how a little woman like her could have enough strength to pin him to the wall. He nearly passed out when the woman said that her money was not complete. He really wished that he could strangle her but a pair of devilish eyes was watching him. Even if Adrian was not there, with how strong the woman turned out to be, he doubted th

Zara didn't understand half of everything that the woman said , but instinctively she reached her fingers to enclosed around her precious pendant protectively. The woman's body trembled as though in fear, then a sinister look spread across her face. "Of course it can't be a weak creature like you, I'll have it ! " Kyran's fingers clawed to reach for the half glowing pendant. "No! It's mine! " The fierce words left Zara's lips and at the same time a strong intense wave of wind swept the other woman away . Her back slammed against the wall and she landed with a loud thud , a shriek of pain escaped her mouth as her fingers scarred where she had made contact with the item.

The man let out a laugh "Oh I'm a bad man honey, and I'm going to do really bad things to you." He said as he licked his way down her neck towards her cleavage. Realising that pleading wouldn't get her anywhere, she threatened him next; her voice hoarse with fear and tears. "You're going to regret ever laying your hand on me, you savage, twisted brute." She cried out but the man was too engrossed in his ministrations to pay her any heed. Her body relaxed in defeat and the evil man took that as enough consent and relaxed his stance too, and that's when she struck. With a quick prayer to God for help, Louisa kneed him in the groin as hard as she could and took of running.

"Max___!" "Fool me once, shame... Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me thrice, b*tch, I ain't your kid! I won't be carrying your cross the entire f*cking time. I'm f*cking done being your get-away card! Whatever it is the two of us had, it's f*cking done!" "But___"

His grip tightened painfully around her limbs, cutting off her movement completely. “Cooperate, you stupid bitch!” he snapped, slapping her hard across the face. The sound echoed in the room. Isabella cried out, as the pain exploded across her cheek, her head snapped to the side. “Leave me alone!” she sobbed, struggling harder despite the agony tearing through her wrists. Then, the door burst open with a strong crash.

It usually meant a question was about to follow. Right at that moment,a blonde girl wearing a mini jean skirt with sheer stockings underneath it walked to the center of the road .Right between my motorcycle and my opponent's who had pulled up just now. I said a silent prayer of thanks to her for saving me from Jasper's probing gaze, however momentarily. "Good luck man", Jasper said walking towards the barricade. I turned to my opponent feeling his stare.His face twisted into a wicked smile aimed to intimidate me.I returned it with a huge grin with pissed him off.

ZARA, He is back. Lena didn’t waste a second, her hand flew up and cracked across my face. The slap stung hot and sharp. Out of pure reflex, I flung the drink in my hand right at her. It splashed all over her hair and dress. "You bitch!" Lena shrieked and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking hard. I grabbed hers right back. Within seconds, we were tangled together, dragging each other, fighting like wild animals.

Outside, loud music blasted—a tradition when our group of friends gathered. I screamed and shouted, but no one heard my cries. As he smeared sticky saliva over my face, all I could do was struggle to grab a lamp from the bedside desk, smashing it over his head. Then, I made a run for it, stumbling towards the window. Jeremy was like a monster, relentlessly chasing me after he recovered. I threw myself over the windowsill, and as I hit the ground, I clearly felt warm blood gushing out between my legs, as if a life was slipping away.

he asked, voice dangerously low and amused. I scrambled to sit up, but my knee knocked into his, my hair got stuck in his watch, and for one horrifying second, it looked like we were snuggling. Snap. Snap. Snap. Cameras loved it. The audience? Dead silent. Then— “SANTIAGO’S NEW GIRL?” someone yelled from the crowd. That did it. Sloane Mitchell, with the fury of ten hurricanes and the grace of a terminator, stormed over and yanked me to my feet with a grip that could dent steel.