Womens Murder Club Novels & Stories

I cursed under my breath when I realized I had no clue where the bathroom was. The club’s pulsing music didn’t help. I tapped the shoulder of a girl nearby an emo type with dark eyeliner and asked, “Where’s the bathroom?” She didn’t hear me over the thumping bass, so I leaned closer and shouted, “Bathroom?” “Just turn left,” she said, pointing lazily. “Thanks.” I followed her directions, my heels clicking against the floor. As I reached for the doorknob, a hand grabbed my left arm, firm and unyielding.

I'd enjoy nothing more than heading back inside, asking the stunning woman to dance or at least share a drink with me, but I had a feeling I needed to search the internet for clues as to why my mother had called a sudden meeting. A man's whistle caught my attention, a laugh from another indicating there were at least two assholes up to no good. The club had decent lighting, but there were still dark areas vagrants and criminals had decided to make their playground. The stench was enough that my senses pushed my tension to a high level. When I turned my head, I immediately noticed the reason for their piqued interest. Two women were walking toward their vehicle from the club. It was the gorge

“Something like that. They have this thing where they drug the girls, have them do something inappropriate on camera. They’d then be blackmailed into marriage and to keep them quiet about The Club.” “So everyone just screws whoever they want?” “Not the women they marry. Look, Kelley, some things go with their wives, BDSM, some light choking, whatever you’re into. The Club is where they really get their freak on with the girls there. Anything really goes there. Some girls make it out and some don’t. Some end up in ditches or are never found. I know Marcus has killed a few but with their wives … that’s like a front for your underground business. They appear family driven, a married man with a

Her eyes stared back at Gavin and Rey, as if the two men were the main suspect. Gavin looked around, avoiding Mia's gaze, while Rey looked at the toes of his shoes which looked more attractive. The woman who gave the explanation laughed seeing the innocent faces of the men as if they had been caught doing something wrong. “Almost similar but different. These women are property in the sense of belonging to the club, their loyalty is to the club, and they were sworn in before joining the club. Of course they entered without coercion, and chose to be part of the club. Their job is only one, serve the men, and are used interchangeably. It could be that one of the women only serves one man, but m

Just as she was about to give up she felt the soothing of several hands on her back, “we are all with you little sister.... tell us what has you upset, a mate perhaps?” Mj wanted to scoff in the woman's’ face, but the small annoying voice of the Commander kept her mind focused on the task at hand, “yes... he marked me and then left for another... stronger wolf,” Mj let images of Dante’s smiling face flash through her mind and as Theron whimpered through her, she began to sniffle and wipe at her eyes. The cluster of she-wolves all mewled and fused over the upset Mj, giving her words of encouragement, “that’s right sweetheart, you are beautiful and can get another mate... this club is, in fact

SN: I will be introducing a new character into the book and she's most likely to change the plot and thicken the drama as she's involved in the lives of all the older characters so buy some coins and enjoy reading 'Women'. This new character would bring drama, comedy, action and suspense into the book. You might have an idea of who she is but trust me, you'll never see it coming. She is an independent woman as well and a strong one who doesn't stand for anybody's bullshit. She'll bring all other characters to a halt and change perspectives. Also, sneak peek; there may or may not be a separation in view for an unexpected couple.

"Thanks for walking me out." "No problem, we take care of the ladies that come to the club." And many were ladies, corporate executives, rich socialites, and sometimes innocents like Honey. And some were what you expect at a sex club. Complete and utter whores. That was fine by me, I liked them all.

"I'm Katherine Ross. I'm going to find out who's doing this. But I need you to think carefully. Is there any woman in your life who might have a grudge against you?" Serena came into the room and sat down. "Victoria Wellington is already in jail," she said. "I can't think of anyone else." "What about Marcus Wellington's girlfriend?" Daniel suggested. "Sarah something?" "Sarah," Serena said slowly. "But why would she target me?" "Let's not rule anyone out yet," Katherine said. "What about business rivals? Female executives who might feel threatened by your success?" Serena shook her head. "I don't have enemies like that. At least, none that I know of."

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.

Chapter 47 : Isabella Sinclair groaned and palmed her head as she opened her mobile and unblocked Jessica Williams. Her eyes rounded in shock seeing the super hot Mathew Hill with another woman. She had been busy visiting top designers for the super rich and shopping for her attire and accessories for the evening dinner with the Hills through the past few days which had left her exhausted. She was getting a body massage at a luxe spa when Jessica’s irritating phone calls started disturbing her.