Woman From Hell Novels & Stories

She had a whiny voice with a hint of evil in her eyes. "Here!" She smiled placing me by a large bed then chained me to it. "You can stand here. Don't touch my husband until I say to." She gave Elise an evil stare. She was obviously jealous of her beauty. Then the woman from hell grabbed all kinds of toys. Whips, plugs, vibrators, different handcuffs, and so many things I didn't even know existed. Did Ace like this stuff? God I don't even know his body like I thought I did.

The woman said vehemently regaining her normal breathing rate as she hands Christine a sheet. This makes Christine embarrassed and timid after looking at herself and realizing all that time her body was bare. She helps Christine to climb down the horse. Christine hugs her so dearly. “Glad I met you.” She thanked her for playing a role as a mother. Unable to restrain her eyes from the woman’s, the woman helped Christine to cover her beauty. This, makes her even sink her eyes to the ground. “You don’t have to, I just believe you can make a change next time.” the woman comforted her.

Larissa patted her at the back. The lecturer walked in after some moments as the noise in the hall room died down. He started teaching immediately, passing the necessary information that was needed to them before a student rushed into the room, heavily panting. “Stop! What do you want!” The man yelled out. “I was asked..” “Don’t worry. I can get her myself.” An old woman walked in with a stick in her right arm. Everyone attention turned to the woman who does not look like she made a mistake walking in. She was in a loose yellow shirt and matched it up with a black jeans. Some necklace hung around her neck freely as her glass sat heavily in her face.

Once Allana made sure Augustine was well taken care of, she rushed to the woman from earlier and without fail swung her hand in the air and slapped her very loudly that she fell on the ground and her face reddened and swell. “AAHH! You Bitch!” her eyes glared at Allana as if she was about to attack Allana. However, Allana gave her no chance and slapped her on the other side of her cheek, her face now looked like a burnt dumpling and yet Allana gives no fuck. The woman deserves it. “You! Do you know who I am?” she seethed in anger, her nails were buried on her skin and Allana didn’t care about her. “Who are you? Ahh!” Allana exclaimed as if she remembered something, then her face went back to

He was right now tied to a chair, battered and tortured, his torturer for an hour or perhaps longer, has never said a single word at all. It was a woman, Count Helbert saw, 3 of them, perhaps the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life, not even the nobles woman in this nation can match their beauty. But instead of that beauty were carried with gentle and womanliness, it was a pain that they brought with them, the beautiful Cat Demi-Human who is wearing a tight cling leather outfits, were enjoying her moment as the instilled terror in Count Helbert heart and mind. She with a laughter and shrill, cut his body, burned, punch and kick to her content, instead of a boner that Count Helb

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted

"I told you that you would be imprisoned in hell and tortured... You, you, what are you going to do?" The middle-aged woman, who was originally complacent, suddenly changed her face. Because the power of the King of Hell failed to stop Caspian from killing her. Instead, he increased his strength and quickly refined the middle-aged beautiful woman, who called herself the Venerable of Hell, into the four domains. "No, no, no... please spare me. Please spare me, Your Excellency!" At this point, the middle-aged beautiful woman also lost her previous arrogance and begged for mercy.

Slate's POV---- I looked back down the stairs searching for the woman who smelled like cedar and honeysuckle. "We have to keep our distance for awhile until we can get them alone to explain to them what is happening," Minerva whispered beside me. I glanced at her to see a smile plastered on her face but eyes searching for her mate. I took another look across the bottom floor when I caught the eye of a beautiful human. She had blonde hair and piercing green eyes. She had a simple lavender dress that hugged all of her curves just right. "Mate," said Erebus.

The woman voiced out. Munawarrah sighed, "I've been addressed worst, slut, manipulative, cheap whore, husband snatcher... May I go on?" "You really are shameless" Amal said staring viciously at Muna. "I would've offered you something to drink but, seeing as you didn't have the simple courtesy to act classy, why then should I treat you like someone with class?" "Says the woman who has warmed the bed of too many men to be able to count so as to land her in this position."