The Women From Hell Novel Novels & Stories

I shook my head. “Then where is he? I need to see him right now. My heart isn’t at ease. It’s like… something is very wrong.” Before Charlotte could respond, the entire room started shaking violently. My breath caught in my throat as books and ornaments crashed to the floor. The bedposts trembled, and the lights flickered. “What… what’s happening?!” Charlotte asked, panic creeping into her voice. “I don’t know. Is that an earthquake?” I said, eyes wide as I tried to hold onto the edge of the bed to balance myself. Then suddenly, everything stopped—and a blinding light filled the room. I covered my eyes for a second, blinking rapidly. When I looked up, I gasped. Four women stood in the centre

Instead, I find a wet, cold room, large but cluttered with rusty dank cages. In each cage are women of all nationalities, some fae, some lycan or were, and even a few humans among the mix. All of them looked scared shitless and worn for wear. I can only imagine the shit they had been through after what I endured upon getting to this hellhole, wherever in blazes it is. There are several women out of cages, looking better off even though they still look terrified. Most of the free women are cuddled in a corner on top of a stained mattress, but two women are hovering over me, worry on their faces instead of fear.

“Stop complaining, you guys. We’re alive, and I believe there’s hope—even in hell. It may not seem real, but we’re fighters. Back in the dungeon, we were nothing but breeding dolls. Who would’ve thought we’d end up in a place like this—with a whole furnished room to stay in? I believe it’ll get better if we do our jobs well. Our duty is to keep her breathing and obey every command she gives. If we want to live, we must make sure she also lives. That’s our job.” Stacy nodded quietly. Minutes later, the maids heard the sound of the elevator opening. A woman stepped out, flanked by three intimidating-looking huge men. The maids immediately whispered among themselves. “Who is she?” Selena asked

I thread my fingers in her roots and harshly lift her face up, My brown eyes collide with angry grey one's and my heart stops. _______________ I know many of you will not appreciate the treatment of women in this book, but I like to keep the reality element in my books and unfortunately this is how women are treated in the mafia. The main leads have met, what do you think will unfold? Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️

They are wide with horror, her mouth open in a silent scream as a knife stays lodged in her throat, blood gushing out and painting her body with it. The pillars begin moving apart, the sound of bones stretching and breaking fills my ears and I can’t help but smile as I slip back out of her mind. I wonder if hell is like this? Soon her screams stop, and her body stops moving. She won’t last much longer… but she has lived over fifty moons of torture… Her heart is beating irregularly as she lays there, her mouth hanging open, wide with horror and anguish. A woman tormented beyond reckoning and to the point of no return.

Even though my question may sound silly, I'm just trying to find an answer from the mouth of the evil woman behind bars. “Oh, you asked why? Well, I just want to. I'm tired of being a good person and not gaining anything. So I'd better be a bad woman. Hey, by the way, you said I was bad even though I didn't hurt you at all. I'll let you sleep comfortably in my territory.” Helena's face is now bright red as if she wants to pounce on me.

whispered Isabela. — “Because if you fall first… I don’t forgive.” A pause. An eternal instant hung between them like the sharp edge of a blade. Two cobras. Measuring their fangs. Recognizing each other as equals. And they sealed a pact of shadows. If they wanted to see Dino Ferraro fall… they would have to join their poison. The two women set off, leaving the café with measured, elegant steps, like swans on a lake, nearly synchronized. The murmur of the port and the creaking wood beneath their heels were the only sounds accompanying them. The air smelled of salt, of betrayal, and of plans beginning to take shape.

I said, my voice steady but cold. Her head snapped up, her eyes wide with something between fear and fury. “You killed them.” I shrugged, stepping closer. “They were threats.” “Threats?” Her voice cracked, raw with disbelief. “They were women. Women who trusted you. Women who…” “Women who thought they could control me,” I interrupted, my tone sharpening. “They tried to use me, manipulate me. And when that failed, they turned on me. I did what I had to do.” 28

The red-haired woman moved with that same inhuman speed and grabbed the woman by the throat, picking her up easily like she weighed nothing The woman yelped as she struggled weakly against the red-haired woman's grip and I heard the red-haired woman chuckle darkly under her breath before she sunk her claws into the woman's chest and ripped her heart out I screamed in horror at the ghastly sight and I felt that invisible hand tug harder at me The red-haired woman tossed both the now lifeless body of the other woman and her heart onto the floor My chest was heaving up and down as I found myself struggling to breathe

I decide to check the library next door to the room i have been sleeping. The room is darker than the hallway so it takes me a while to adjust to the lighting. I realize it's a bedroom and what feels like a whole another minute to realize that there are people in the room. "Harder, oh my god, just like that, oh baby." In shock i try to quickly walk out but one of my crutches falls and i loose my balance. "Who's there?" Comes the baritone voice i know so well. "I'm sorry...i thought this was the library," i say trying to sound unbothered. The lights come on revealing a scene i would have rather die than see. Avan is stark naked not with one but three girls. "Hey gorgeous are you joining us?"