Romans & histoires Women's Murders Club Series

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

She looked as though she had been deprived of sleep for a week. With the numerous questions racing in her mind, she slammed her locker door opened but instinctively froze in her steed on what met her eyes. On an impulse, her eyes darted across the locker which was messed up with bashful words written in red ink as if in search of something– whiles her shaky hands reached for one of the papers pasted in it with the word MURDERER. She could feel her breath quickened at that instant as her heart thumped louder like it would explode.

"We will only stay here for a few hours, trying to find clues. If we can't find anything worth pursuing then we will leave and try another establishment," Demetria finally said. "I agree with that," Clarice responded with a nod. After one hour of waiting, the women finally entered the club. The club was crowded and the women didn't like the chaotic atmosphere inside the club. "I hate clubs like this. So crowded, so noisy and people are everywhere, suffocating me. The music is too loud. I think my eardrums will explode.'' Clarice groaned in dismay.

, I said. She took off her sun glasses and then looked at me. "Nice try Mason", she said and sat up. "To what do I owe this visit?", she asked. "Amma Just go straight to the point", I said. "One of my dancers have been murdered, it's been what? 3 months since I launched this, I really don't want eyes on me and all that, it's too early to have police investigating that place". "Murdered in the club or where?", she asked handing me a blunt after lighting it, I took it.

Drittt. Zella's phone vibrated, and Zella and Audrey's eyes looked at the cell phone where Mikequel's name was seen. On the other hand, Diandra and Layla came to the scene. It turned out that the place was in a small club—more precisely, not a particular club, but like just a free house used to sell prostitutes. You guys, Diandra saw for herself the woman hanging between the headboards with blood smeared between her breasts. Layla touched the woman's hand just like before. The woman also missed the nail on her index finger, meaning it was the same person.

I couldn't stand being bullied like a defenseless little chick! "You're just garbage who call yourselves the Anti-Mistress Alliance. Do you really think that gives you the right to be lawless?" Raving mad, I charged at them. I snatched the knife from the woman's hand and plunged it into her body without hesitation. I didn't even look to see where I had struck her. What followed immediately was a scream of agony from the mass. "The mistress is attempting murder!" At best, murder would be an act of excessive self-defense.

Christine was certain fierce tenacious grips of Scott's hands upon meeting. A step behind, the body of Ariana presses the knob of a door, initiating the unlocking of the door. The door swings open. A sliding touch from behind frightens her to near death. Her chest throbbed so hard on her chest. Behind her, a mono-eyed woman made a stance like a statue. Her face was full of hope and resuscitation of life. Sometimes in life, the next step is the solution to a problem when on a loose end.

It had been Valentina's scheme from the very beginning. When Domenico learned the full truth, his rage was absolute. He ordered that Valentina be seized immediately. She had thought the digoxin would do its work quietly, that everyone would simply assume his drinking had finally killed him, and she could dispose of him without anyone suspecting a thing. But she had underestimated Rocco's diligence. Her eyes burned with fury as she screamed at Domenico. "Why won't you just die? You love her so much, why don't you go join her!"

My eyes closed against my will, exhaustion finally winning over fear. Tomorrow, I'd figure out a plan. Tomorrow, I'd find a way to truly escape. But tonight, I just needed to survive. —————- Alex. "She's perfect," Nick murmured, his gray eyes tracking the submissive across Club Gold's main floor. "Beautiful, willing, experienced." I followed his gaze. The woman was indeed beautiful—tall, blonde, confident in her nudity and her submission. She knelt gracefully for her Dom, accepting his collar with a serene smile.

Well, if he would not tell her she would go to the course itself, she knew where to find Marcello, him and his men liked to hang out at the seedier strip clubs and she knew which one was his favourite. Pulling the bike in behind the club she parked it in the shadows and waited watching gut instinct telling her to be careful she bit her lip, she really had to stop acting on impulse like this she should have brouoght her guards. Everywhere was queit so she slid off the bike and patted her coat feeling the comfort of the gun holstered underneath it she wasn't that stupid. Lifting her head she straightened her spine and strode into the club, it was even seedier than she had imagined, the whores,