The Bitcher Novels & Stories

Smith. "You know what, bītch, staring is rude." I pursed my lips in response to her statement. Yes, I know I am a bītch. She doesn't have to rub it in. Bītch is a dog. Dogs bark. Bark is a tree. Trees are nature. Nature is beautiful, so I am beautiful. Go ahead, Kendall, joke all you want. It's probably your last one. Sigh. I found myself talking to myself multiple times because I really didn't know what to do. Sigh.

I said, trying my best to look natural. "That guy was my roommate, and I call him Bitch, and you can call him that too, because he's a Bitch." I smiled sardonically, feeling really weird about this conversation, and I was about to ask why the Big Man known as "Bitch" was putting on a show when Madman spoke up. "You know why I call him Bitch? Do you know what he was sent to Sin Pack for? For killing people, and he killed over twenty people at once."

“Gosh, they’re so sweet. You know, I’m wondering why I even bothered watching a movie with you. It’s one thing to see such sweet interactions in a movie, but it’s happening in real life as well. Meanwhile, I feel like a neglected puppy." The man’s displeased voice rang out, “Are you a bitch? You're so unreasonable today!” “What did you say? Try calling me a bitch again!” the woman's voice, which took on a rough edge, rang out. “Am I a bitch?”

“That clumsy bitch—” The pressure increased. “Wrong answer.” The biker’s voice was soft, almost conversational, but it made my skin prickle with warning. “Want to try again?” The trucker’s face was turning red. “Sorry,” he wheezed. “I’m sorry, okay?” “Not to me.” The biker nodded in my direction. “To her.” “I’m sorry, miss.” The words tumbled out fast. He looked so frightened. “Won’t happen again.”

Oh, that motherfucking piece of fucking shit is- My thoughts are painted red as I see Jacob Broder press his lips to the girl's. That was fucking it. This asshole had cocked-up for the last fucking time. My fists clenched as I strode across the street, not even paying attention to the traffic. All I saw was rage. Red, hot rage. "BRODER!" I shouted. This bloody, gormless, wanker had better get his shit ready for a hospital trip. Jacob flinched at the sudden sound of his name. I was on the other side of the street in seconds. He didn't even have time to fully turn around before I landed a fist to his face. The girl beside me screamed and jumped back. Jacob was thrown back against the rail.

I straightened my posture and willed myself to be strong and fearless even if it was only for my own sake. Douchewad was speaking with the new Witch. Something seemed different about her, but I was not certain what it was. Little Bitch stepped in my way with crossed arms over his chest as he glared at me. He was a one-trick pony who had yet to learn a damn thing about intimidation. I had met chihuahuas that were far more intimidating than him. “Move,” I said. I was done with his bullshit. I was done with his macho attitude. I was absolutely done with him.

A Nobody • • • • • "You can call me Bia, Biatrice, Biatchrice, or even Bitch or anything that satisfies you except for 'Ate' since I want to look young. I know that you see me as a slut—which is very true since everyone is a slut at heart—like everyone else but duh, that's because you're just jealous that men would bow down at me like I'm their owner and they're my precious dogs. They would do anything—even die for me just—"

Nick cradled her in his arms and sneered. —Goodbye, Bastien. I’m going to enjoy your woman very much. —Let her go, you damn son of a bitch! I swear I’ll find you and give you a slow death! Nick laughed at his despair, turned, and walked away, leaving Bastien broken, screaming from inside his cage.

“She embarrassed you then Bella girl.” I raised my right eyebrow at her. “Bella girl?” She nodded. “Yes. You look like Kristen Stuart who performed as Bella in twilight.” “I know that, Alta.” I rolled my eyes at her. “So she’s a transferee huh?” “Duh, Steia I just said! You’re so fucky!” She said in disgust. “Stop that Alta, it’s none of your business!” I said. “Why can only you say fucky ?!” “Oh fucky yes!” I laughed.

“That was a long time before I ever met Tessa. Don't you dare bring that old shit up in front of me again.” Siren shrugged her leather shoulders carelessly, but her green eyes gleamed with a dangerous wave of pure challenge. “I am just reminding your memory of exactly what you used to like in a woman, Prez. You used to want a real woman who could ride hard on the road, fight hard in the dirt, and fuck even harder at night. No training wheels required for a woman like me.” She turned her face toward me, giving me one last mocking, false smile. “No offense meant to you, sweetheart, of course.” Before Stone could open his mouth to respond to her insult or pull his weapon, she turned around on h