Womens Murder Club Novels & Stories

“They’re not going to like it but you and Margo have one hell of a point. With the way things are going… We’re going to be overrun by Bernard and his henchmen before long. Let’s just hope they don’t put up too much of a fight.” Margo sighed and rubbed at her temples. She still wasn’t certain of what she should do next but she knew one thing. The information that she had on this club was bad. It made her shiver to think that Heather, Mary, and so many others could be at the mercy of these men. The thing that made things so much worse was the woman that was leading them all.

G Motorcycle Club, and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to warn and tell them not to mess with the other women. Before I could whisper anything to Ella, she walked past the ladies of the web and walked herself to the front of the group. "Ah..." Red said as she gazed at Ella. "Ella Williamson." The other woman called out, and I felt my face fall. Is everyone connected to him? "Ella Smith, actually." Ella corrected her. "And Cilvia is right, you are standing in our way." I looked at the two women, Ella standing in front of the ladies of the web, and Red standing in front of the women of The Only Girls Motorcycle club.

Combine that with the notoriety that his family has racked up in this town and all of the prejudices against him, he know that the police, if not the whole damn town, will have no problem believing her if she decides to go public with these outrageous claims. “But I want you to rape me and murder me. I want to be your next victim.” “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” What kind of crazy was this girl? She was seriously fucked up in the head if she was begging for him to rape and murder her. That is some freaky shit that women usually try to avoid and her this chick is, asking for it. The woman is completely serious right now. She is not cracking a smile, she is not blinking or showing any

I was relieved to see there were no men here, at least if there was going to be a man he should be gay and we all agreed to that. We were six. Cindy Bellman, Aisha Mohammed, Drew Finch, Jessica Boston, Lexi Hale, and me. We were just six beautiful ladies who loved to talk about our favorite books and rant about how JK Rowling is a bitch for her transphobic tweets. Sometimes we'd just go out to have some fun. We weren't just a book club we were a sisterhood. Lexi's mystery thriller novel will be out next month and I'm so happy for her, there's no room for jealousy or spite because as women who moan over hot fictional characters like Christian Grey we can not bash each other all we have is lov

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.

However standing in front of her, A friend, a beta werewolf who seems to recognize her and refuses to attack, instead he runs away. "How long can you keep that act up!" She raised her blade and swung at a nearby tree shattered it and sending the chunks flying towards Jason again. (Oh come on! I've had it!) the wolf vexed and stops in his tracks only to then lunge at the red haired girl. "Finally showing your true colors!" Clara said as she took her stance however. 'Chomp!' the wolf grabs a large tree branch mid air and swings it at Clara surprising her. (He's using weapons?! But a wolf can't!) She bit down hard as she's flung aside.

she batted her lashes, fighting back tears, and squeezed her eyes shut and continued. " You're too blind to see, contact me when you get over him" she opened the door and slammed it shut right behind her. Tasha hurried to catch up with her, calling her name repeatedly, but Zoey was gone. Maybe she shouldn't have said what she said. Tasha slid down the walls with her head in between her thighs and wept profusely. ... Tasha arrived at the clubhouse only to receive the news that she had been fired. What? She dragged herself along to Biggie's office, demanding what reasons he had to fire her, but was debarred by his security men. Frustrated, she left, and stood outside staring at the clubhouse w

She has something on her face that screams grace and beauty, even in old age. In fact, she looks familiar, like someone I want to remember nothing about - Ezra. She is wearing a simple short white dress, and so are the female witches who are following her. Right behind them, there are about thirty shifted werewolves. "Traitors!" I shout through the mind link I am sharing with Alan, Damien, and the rest of the fighters. "They'll get what they deserve... That's a promise!" Damien answers me back, trying to calm the anger that built inside me the moment I saw them.

“Rules are simple: safe, sane, consensual. No photos. What happens inside stays inside. Safe word for the whole club is ‘red.’ Any domme or sub gives you trouble, you say it loud. Clear?” “Clear,” I breathed. She stepped aside and opened the door. The moment I stepped inside, the world changed. The entire club was covered in red light,with bass music.My eyes adjusted slowly, and when I could see my stomach dropped. Women. Everywhere women. Some were dressed in little clothes while the others were in nothing On a raised platform to my left, a tall blonde in a red corset had another woman bent over a fucking her slowly with a thick black strap-on while a small crowd watched. The woman being fu

Wait, what am I doing? I asked myself as I walked into the club. This is how women in horror movies die. Curiosity, bad decisions, and emotional instability. But screw it. Let’s see if Karma’s been working overtime. The bass hit me like a punch to the chest the second I walked in—thick, loud, and thumping like the heartbeat of the city. Neon lights danced across the marble floors, bodies swayed like they were hypnotized, and perfume, sweat, and overpriced cocktails swirled in the air like some strange potion.