The Bitcher Novels & Stories

End this nightmare permanently. I looked at Damien. At Sarah. At Hope. At the choice that was not a choice. Work for a monster or die as a family. "Ten seconds," the Debt Collector said. "Then I decide for you." Sarah's thumb hovered over the button. Damien raised his gun again. Hope cried in my arms. And somewhere upstairs, something else moved. Something that made even the Debt Collector's creatures flinch. A voice echoed down the stairs. Female. Familiar. Impossible.

Lizzy “You little bitch” George sneers through gritted teeth. ‘Bitch, who the fuck is he calling a bitch?’ Says a seriously pissed off Adira. Before I can even respond, an almighty snarl rips from me and I have George on the floor growling in his face like a god damned rabid dog.

Not that I wouldn’t be tempted to do the same to her. At a red light, I slammed the brakes and grunted. No. Not even for her could I break my vow of never physically harming a woman. I glanced back at Natalia, softly snoring and drooling over my plush leather seat. Light graced her face, flashing on and off with the rhythm of the traffic signals. She looked so innocent, so beautiful. But I knew what a bitch she could be. The light turned green and I revved the engine, telling myself not to get tangled up in her looks or her lies. She’d no doubt tell me whatever it was she thought I wanted to hear to let her go.

He allowed the redhead woman who had been quite ashamed of her having to resort to degrading herself to lead him to a darkened alley where she could hide her act away from those she knew as well as her household as she seemed to be her only means of ensuring that they had supper for the coming days. Alain watched the tears fall down her cheeks as she degraded herself before him slowly stripping off her worn cotton dress of blueish-gray coloration and folding it neatly away from the elements and the possible outcome of their act. Dark eyes glared at the woman who had not been very appealing but his cock stirred in anticipation due to her tears. There was a darkness lurking inside the embitter

She felt he was well above such a trivial bicker. Their bicker continued as they dragged the bookcase into the room. “Look-” Alissa had lost her patience with him. He wasn't behaving like the strong man he was, she put a book on the shelf. “Who cares exactly what happened. Get your big boy pants back on and pull yourself together. Alpha,” she shot the last word with almost venom, she was sick of his pouting. He stopped, shocked at her tone. Alissa could see him searching for a retort, or just anything to say.

she cursed with so much bitterness in her voice. Alex turned to look at her, this time around straight in the eye, " how about you pearl? What makes you think you are any different? If she is a gold digging bitch, then you are more worse than her, has anyone ever told you that you are not only a gold digging bitch you are a shamelessly, trashy, spoilt and a big disgrace to womanhood?" He smirk when he saw the look of shock on pearl's face, Alex was very sure she was not expecting him to say something like that to her, " if you speak something bad to Serena again, I will not only disgrace you publicly, I will make sure you leave Salazar family with nothing to your name, don't mess with me ste

“Just be the bad bitch that you are and do what you're good at” I walked over to one of the chairs and drew it closer to where Elena was lying, right ahead of her head. I positioned my posture well after seating on it and beckoned to the bitch doctor to crawl over and do her thing. “Hurry up bitch” I gritted, and immediately she hastened up her crawling. I can't wait to have that small mouth curl up my erect cock and stuffed it till I drip the last of my cum.

Alpha Melissa's voice, sharp and tight, cracked through the room like a whip. Purposely hesitating, I glanced at them and then to the floor. “The Betrayer has killed four people in the last seven years. It’s making him bolder. Each kill has been higher in the pack hierarchy and now the Praetor’s liaison. I… I think this might be him trying to call the Praetor here.” *Nicely done, nicely done,* Balric said. I couldn’t help preen a little. This was all playing out just as I planned it.

“We just…we butt heads. She inherited her aunt’s horse rescue when she died and is in way over her head but refuses to accept help. And Pongo is a horse, not a dog.” “Oh.” Rory twists the cap off the wine. “Isn’t that the dog from the 101 Dalmatians movie?” “He is,” Quinn answers, nodding her head. “The horse is black and white,” I reply. “Oh, makes sense.” Rory takes the wine to the table and pours a glass for her and Quinn. “Sorry I meddled, but guys—” She looks at everyone at the table. “You have to admit you thought there was something too.” “Nope,” Dean and Archer say at the same time.

It was brutal. At this point, my barely conscious mind realized that Chase could maul her to death. And I wanted it to happen. Chase was a large German Shepherd, a naturally ferocious breed of canine fighters, and Tina was fucked up. Blood was everywhere, her screams sounded like thunder as she scrambled up to her feet with her skin and flesh in pieces, limping bloodily, and far away from sight with Chase hot on her heels.