Women Bukowski Novel Novels & Stories

"You want to take down Marcus Ashford with paperwork?" Damien's skepticism was palpable despite his weakened state. The woman crossed her arms. "I want to take him down with evidence. There is a difference." "And you are?" I asked. "Cassidy. Bull's wife." She shot a look at the massive biker, who suddenly looked sheepish. "The wife none of you knew about because he thought keeping me secret would keep me safe. How did that work out, baby?"

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: Control by Halsey IVARA'S POV: The air hums with whispers. Everywhere I go, I can feel it, their eyes darting toward me, voices dropping when I enter a room. The Voss pack is full of gossip as usual, but now, I notice it from both sides: Dravens. My father’s rival pack. Even from the human bikers who linger near the outskirts, there’s a murmur, a prickle of tension that raises goosebumps on my skin.

Law was feeling a little raw after finally getting revenge against the fucker that had taken out his family, but the son hadn't been there, so that meant we were still in it. I saw a hot new chick off in the corner, but she already had more testosterone on her than flies on shit. Since we had formed the club, there was more pussy in and out these doors than we knew what to do with. I'm not sure what it was about bikers and bikes that make women crazy, but I've never seen anything like it until now. I hadn't seen this one here before, though; I think I would've remembered that ass that my eyes kept drifting back to.

My wolf is my best friend as well as my most annoying friend. One of the search teams returned, stating they had found about three camouflaged busses up the road in the woods, about a mile or so. They were covered by branches looking like makeshift huts. Our departure was imminent, so I sent other females to locate vehicle keys in the bunker. Once the keys were found, I, along with a few other females, drove the buses here to take the women to the East Kingdoms Royal Pack. Several of the women had become so dehydrated that they could not even stand. The bunker cells themselves were disgusting, smelling of urine, must, and mold. Needless to say, many of the women had become ill during their t

“I’m new here.” Buchanon was in a bad mood, and he had grown tired of seeing the ladies that the clubhouse had to offer, as there were only a few of them working here on a shift basis. Now that a new lady had come to work, she was someone that he had never seen before. Although her voice did not sound very pleasant, her appearance was of a higher caliber when compared to the other ladies in the clubhouse. No matter how bad his mood was, it had been muffled a lot at the moment. However, Buchanon was still acting somewhat vigilantly. “Are you not a local?”

Stopping in, the clerk had sage burning and a freaky crow perched on her shoulders. I felt this weird kinetic energy surrounding her. Who is she? I guessed Camila felt it too; she shuddered and stepped closer to me. “What brings you, ladies to the shop today?” The clerk asked. “I'm just browsing. We just moved here.” I strode around the shop, touching an array of candles, books, jewelry, and much more. The shopkeeper came back and handed me a book. I ignored her creepy smile, and read the title, Birth of Witches.

“I want it to be a billion this week. Sign more proposals, except for my little brother's own. Then after that, we give the reporters some little info, and then they’ll have something to focus more on apart from me.” “And your girlfriend.” Joe added. “Yes, and her.” Niko said as his lips broadened. “What else are you thinking?” Lucas asked. “Nothing.” He answered almost immediately. Lucas squinted his eyes at him, trying to peer into his kind as he wanted to know what he was thinking. “What about the old woman? Did she call you?” Niko asked directing the question to Joe who had been quiet the whole time. “She called yesterday. She said she wants you in the mansion tomorrow. Seems your girlfr

Roberto stood under the moonlight, holding a crumpled piece of paper and stumbling through what I could only assume was supposed to be a love song. I picked up my washbasin and poured it out the window. On the third day, he outdid himself by trying to bake a dessert from scratch. Years ago, I had casually mentioned liking it. However, I never tasted a single bite, because sparks from his makeshift oven caught the edge of a tent and burned a corner. While Luca's men rushed to put out the fire, Roberto stood in the smoke with flour and cocoa smeared across his face like a guilty schoolboy. I should have felt amused, but instead I only felt tired.

They said I was born unlucky, that I was deranged—so lost in grief that I mistook my brother-in-law for my husband. My daughter and I wandered the bitter winter streets with nowhere to go. Cold, starving, and abandoned, we froze to death in each other's arms. Whenever I recalled it, rage flared so hot I could have dragged that entire family into the grave with me. Watching Josh rush to have Caleb's body cremated, I felt nothing but icy contempt. I sneered inwardly, 'If you want to spend your life with Catherine, then I'll grant your wish. From today onward, you can live as Caleb forever.'