Womens Murder Club Novels & Stories

Chloe countered with folded arms. She cracked out a forced polite laugh, “Oh my! It was just a friendly warning right Jasmine?” And I just gave her a resting bitch face. No it wasn't. With a desperate smile, she continued, “If anything, I'd even like to invite you girls into our women's club. It's a circle for rich women, and girlfriends and wives of billionaires..” I snorted. Yeah right. “We are not interested….” Chloe forced a smile, but her tone was curt.

Every gasp was fuel to the fire between them. Her magic surged in tandem with the desire, and sparks of white-gold light lanced from her hands, clashing with the shadowed presence of the Winter Wraith in the corners of the room. It hissed, flaring its darkness, sensing the power, sensing the bond, knowing that tonight it faced more than just mortal flesh. The councilor leapt again from the shadows, dagger in hand, aiming directly at Lyra. “Rylan!” she screamed. In a flash, he caught her, pressing her to the ground and lunging with wolf speed. The dagger caught his shoulder, tearing shallowly through fur and skin. He roared, claws flashing, teeth gnashing.

“There’s nothing wrong with breaking her legs to keep her. Or chaining her to the bed. She’s mine.” She was looking for freedom. He gave her obsession—wrapped in tenderness. Genesis Caldwell thought escaping her abusive home meant salvation—but her arranged marriage to billionaire Kieran Blackwood might be its own kind of prison. He’s possessive, controlling, dangerous. Yet in his own broken way… he’s gentle with her. To Kieran, Genesis isn’t just a wife. She’s everything. And he’ll protect what’s his. Even if it means destroying everything else.

' But that information was useless to him now. He glared at me, his eyes filled with murderous intent. I simply sat back down, my smile never wavering. Just then, Godwin arrived with the people I had asked him to gather. The office was large enough to accommodate everyone, and I stood as they entered. "Now that most of you are here," I began, my voice steady, "let’s get straight to the point. My late sister, Marianne, was accused, framed, and wrongly convicted for her husband’s death. What’s worse, he cheated on her with her so-called best friend, Britney. When he tragically fell down the stairs, it was Britney who testified against her, sending her to prison for a crime she didn’t commit. H

I wish I could just bomb blast this whole fucking place. The small clubhouse was full of gangsters, young naked girls and women. They were fucking around, moaning and screaming. Two naked young brunette women walked to me and Erick wearing only thin pieces of string around their busty boobs. I could easily see their exposed womanhood which they were not bothering to cover.

The same place I found this she-wolf. After we stole Ryker's sister from Red Moon I decided to go back and look at their prisons roster. There were many wolves that didn't appear to be hard criminals, deserving a life sentence of beatings and filth. Especially not the warrior goddess we took. As I approached the last cell I watched intently at the lean women with her long blond hair in tight braids. She was the image of a Viking Queen. I thought how perfectly her ass fit in the black yoga pants and how scrumptious her large breast were in a grey sports bra as I followed her body moving up and down in push ups. Much better then the oversized dirty shirt and slacks from her previous prison.

“I also dreamt of different women every night. Their faces and clothes were covered with blood. They were crying, slowly dying…” He gasped. “I keep on seeing the women you beat to death. The girl you tried to molest… They were all screaming in agony and pain…” Vincent’s face showed fear and anxiety but he tried to toughen his heart. “Those bitches! I’m gonna kill them…” “No, Vincent,” Minah whispered, showing fear in her eyes. “They were all dead. And they will haunt you forever. They will visit you in your sleep. Every single night…” She looked behind him, faking a horrified face.

she just shot someone dead. "Oh my God. What did I just do." Gunshots erupts from the other side of the club as people scream and shriek. " Fucker." Radon scoffs and pulls Robert's head from the table. He draw out the knife and toss Robert's bleeding body on the floor like a rag doll. " Did he tell you?" She ask Radon fighting it hard not to freak out at the people she just killed. She's no longer a mobster's girlfriend , She's now a murder. Oh God.

Veronica began screaming bloody murder. "You bitch! How could you! We're best friends! You fucking cunt!" She screamed and lunged forward trying to get at Chloe. Chloe began crab crawling up the bed and out of the way, completely naked and only slightly aware of that fact. She was more so alert to the crazy woman who somewhat resembled her best friend, Veronica, now coming at her. Jonathan came rushing into the room and looked around. Seeing Nicki and Chloe naked and used condoms everywhere, he immediately flung himself at Nicki.

Sometimes women are considered weak. Underestimated and can't do anything. But women can do more than they think. Until it's able to fascinate anyone. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Kim and Kyra walk into a nightclub with loud-sounding music. Inside the spacious room has lighting from led lights in blue and purple looks so amazing. In the middle, just above the dance floor, everyone moves to the music played by a man behind a DJ table.