The Bitcher Novels & Stories

Raptor POV As my hands clenched in a primal rage, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. The urge to take action consumed me, but I knew I had to channel it before confronting the despicable individual known as Breaker. Gripping the woman tightly against me, I locked eyes with him, a piercing glare that conveyed my unyielding defiance. This man was a deranged monster, and if we had been alone, I would have ensured he never laid a hand on another woman again. The whispers spoke of his heinous acts, how he had violated and brutalized Slammer's Old Lady's innocent daughter. It was the very reason for tonight's gathering, a meeting shrouded in dark intentions.

"Hate doesn't even begin to describe it, Ethan. The sight of him... the mere thought of him makes my blood boil. I haven't forgotten what he did. How he humiliated me in front of the whole pack, how he beat me. He's a Lycan, and stronger than me—stronger than any of us. But that doesn't mean I don't want to kill him."

The evil smile on his face assured her that he had another idea for humiliating her. "Sit on your knees, bitch." He looked at her devilishly. "Bitch originally meant female dog and that's what you are, so sit on your knees, bitch." Her eyes brimmed with tears, yet she did as he ordered her. She hated herself for being obedient, she wished that she was strong enough to handle the physical pain he would inflict on her if she resisted, though she wasn't, so she had no choice but to obey him. She could not stop her tears from falling as she failed to suppress her feeling of humiliation. She despised what he was doing to her and how low he made her feel of herself.

His wife was the first one to greet him, “Honey, what’s the problem?” Her voice faltered. When Mathew looked up, fear envelope his eyes, “He wanted Anna—” “Then that’s good, honey. We can hand her over to him—” “—but if we failed to give him Anna, Mr. Deogracia demanded that he takes our daughter instead…” “W—what?” Mathew’s eyes watered, “He wanted Natasha to replaced A—Anna!” “N—no!” Natasha’s eyes widened. The family is terrified. Mr. Deogracia is a renown killer. What he wants he will get, and he takes no for an answer.

Katherina spoke again as she got closer: "Whore, that's what I called you, deafie," she said, looking at her face with a cynical smile. "But that nickname is too small for you." She grimaced. "Do you plan on hitting me with your cheap little hands? Go ahead." Dalia opened her mouth but remained silent, listening to the low laughter from the others. "You're a bitch," others exclaimed upon hearing the comment. "I know," she smiled. "But unlike you, I actually wear the crown proudly." She added, and the rest just laughed and applauded. "Goodbye, fake. Go to Tom and let him do you a favor!"

This is just another bad date with anoter narcissistic horse's rear end. She knew almost as soon as she had met him. He was a twerp. A butt. An absolute douche bag. Another complete waste of her time. She was really beginning to think that she should start charging them by the hour. After all, if they were going to treat her like that, then she would charge them like that. She clenched her hands in her lap to keep from reaching across the tablle to slap. It was almost a reflex because he was such an a**hole.

The humiliation was worse than the pain. But that wasn’t enough. Her eyes fell on a silver letter opener on the counter. The blade was sharp, glinting under the lights. Bianca snatched it, her face twisting with sadistic glee. “You’re so proud of that face, aren’t you? You look down on me?” She pressed the cold, sharp blade against my cheek. “Now,” she whispered, her voice giddy with madness, “I’m going to carve the word ‘WHORE’ right on this pretty face. Let’s see who’ll want you then.”

A hunter stalking his prey. Grabbing the man by the throat he lifted him off the ground. Clawing at Abram’s hand the man asked, ‘Why are you doing this?’ Abram brought the man’s ear to his lips and whispered in a dangerous hiss, ‘Because I can.’ The man was so afraid. He begged and pleaded with Abram, ‘Please. Show some mercy.’ Abram let out a laugh that held no mirth. ‘Did you show my wife mercy?’

he whispered in my ear. Thereafter, he grabbed me and gave me a violent yank. "This makes it even more thrilling, doesn't it? Hurry up and say it!" I knew this madman wasn't going to let me off the hook just like that. So, I had no choice but to endure the humiliation and say, "I am a bitch." However, this psycho wasn't satisfied. "Say it properly. Whose bitch are you?" I choked with tears, "Yours. I'm your bitch."

I inquired silently, her eyes popped wider, she could not resist the scowl that formed on her face, she looked like a very angry puppy. “Even if I was, not with that bitch, I would rather fuck a dog.” She growled at me, the blonde passed us by without even saying hi to us, I wished I was with my gun right now, it would be a pretty sight to blow out her brains on the floor her heel clanked a few minutes ago. “That is one of Mr Hunter’s fuck buddies,”