Womens Murder Club Novels & Stories

“If the history books are correct, and there are fifty Menae, we will keep giving them numbers for names until we can identify them. When we know their names, we will update our files and refer to them accordingly. As of now, we have six subjects, including Luna Kas. The first clip you’re going to see is the woman we are calling Goddess Two. The security footage jumps around. Watch the timestamps closely.” As the security footage clips play, Milo, Musu, and I take turns explaining each crime the women have committed and impossible feats performed to make them happen. Musu discusses the crimes we cannot confirm are goddess related. I go through the finances associated with the search to date.

Her eyes were bloodshot. "It's you! This is all your fault!" She scrambled to her feet and lunged at me like a madwoman. "Your son didn't die. Why should my son die? It's you! You caused this!" I held Leo close and stepped back. The police ran forward and restrained her. She thrashed around wildly. Her hair was disheveled, and she looked completely unhinged. "Let me go! I'll kill her! She killed my son!" "Calm down!" The officers held her down.

Sierra led them through the hall, past the rooms that smelled of smoke and sweat, into the back where the women’s world thrived in the shadows of the club’s chaos. It was different here. Softer, but just as sharp. Women cooking, cleaning, laughing. A few kids darting between legs, their laughter cutting through the roar from the front. Emily froze, her chest tightening. She hadn’t expected this. Sierra smirked at her look. “What? You thought it was all whiskey and fights? Someone’s gotta keep the gears greased. And don’t let anyone fool you — half the backbone of this club is right here.” Kayla nudged Emily gently. “Not every woman here fights the way you did last night. But every one of us

Chu Xun stared intently, What kind of person could do something so cruel and brutal to ordinary people? A deeper examination of the chest wounds revealed large claw-like lacerations that pierced straight into the heart. Whatever or whoever it was had savagely plunged its claws through the women's flesh to reach straight for the hearts. And the sternum bones protecting their hearts were all broken similarly with fragments of them littering the wounds. "So many have died? And you haven't got any clues at all, have you?" Chu Xun turned around to ask. One of the acolytes, looking positively apologetic, shook his head and reported, "All three of these women were hostesses at a local pub. They are

He helped her up, his eyes blazing as they locked onto Leah, “What did you do? Did you push her?!” “I didn’t,” Leah replied quickly, still trying to process the speed at which everything happened. “She tried to hit me, and I moved, so she fell.” “Hit you?!” Derek snarled, glaring at Leah. Chantelle clung to him desperately like a helpless victim. “Are you crazy Leah?! You could have badly injured her! What the hell’s gotten into you? Why are you acting like such a bitch?!” Leah could no longer hold back her anger, “A bitch? How can you say that Derek?” She muttered, her voice breaking.

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.

Tara knew enough about the Wild Wolf. If she could get in. The club lived up to its name. There was everything from gambling to a sex dungeon. She’d seen the women enter with their rich mates or lovers. They went there to get their rocks off. While the rabble, like Tara, worked themselves into an early grave. They didn’t get the luxury to be horny, only hungry.

"GOOD evening, ma'am! Welcome back!" A woman in her early forties stepped out of a luxury car and smiled at the elderly man who greeted her. She took a deep breath and looked around the mansion in front of her. It was grand and screamed wealth and elegance. It looked like a royal palace that could capture anyone's attention—intimidating yet astonishing. It was larger than life but definitely appropriate for a woman like her. It was exactly the kind of place where she could show everyone her power and dominance.

He was new in town, Only been here a few months but he’s proven to be more than loyal to me and the pack, and a much welcome addition. ‘How was Violet? Joel said she didn’t seem too happy when she left earlier’. I shrugged. ‘She wasn’t but I think the girls had a part to play in that’. He just smirked. ‘Yeah, well, those bitches aren’t the nicest to new people’. I couldn’t help but laugh. ‘’Bitches’’ was most definitely the right word to use to describe the females in the pack. Overprotective is another, and not in a good way…

I have some serious interrogation to do; I need to know who was that asshole harassing my Ariel and why he chose her from all the girls in the club. I mean, I get it; she was so beautiful in her innocent way, so vibrant and so alive. Every soul in that club noticed her even, me, the coldest asshole. There, her heat and light draw me like a moth to the flames, but still why, especially her? There were so many women there ready to go for a one-night stand. I pinched the bridge of my nose and got out of the car. Everyone was busy doing their job, and as usual, Theo and Leo were waiting for me in my office.