Womens Murder Club Novels & Stories

As I was releasing his neck he responded "Yes Alpha. I'm sorry for not realizing who you were, please enter." When we entered the club, I now remember why I am not a fan of were clubs. The place was barely standing up with the holes in the walls and the brawls happening all over. It is rather a gross club and I am not entirely sure why these weres even go to it but hey each their own. "Well Thomas? Where is he?" I asked impatiently. "Just hold on Minerva, I am looking for him." I went to the bar to get me a shot when I bumped into someone and about fell over. "Oh my I'm sorry! I just wasn't paying attention.. wait you're Alpha Minerva, I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't mea......"

She already knew the answer, but wanted to keep up appearances. “Depends…what do you want?” The woman uncrossed her legs to reveal her nakedness underneath before covering up. The man and woman that were licking on her neck now moved to her exposed leg. Jasmine tried her best to not give in to the seduction the woman was trying to cast on her. “A pattern of missing girls were last scene here at your club, mind if I ask a couple of questions?” Jasmine looked around the club then. “Alone preferably.”

“That bastard touched my woman. I had to teach him how to keep his hands to himself.” “By beating him up?” The man yelled. “What brought your “woman” here in the first place? This is a sex club - the most dangerous club in all of Boston. Anyone coming here should know what they were getting themselves into, and for her to have come here… don’t you think she doesn’t deserve to be called your woman?” “Shut that pussy you call a mouth before I help you with it, dimwit!” Axel warned. “Who owns this club?” he demanded.

The girls may be weak and vulnerable and most of them may have regretted their decision to work here, but they were still human and deserved better. “So he did this to you and feel he still has the right to file a complaint?” I asked getting up with a start. I grabbed Maya by the arm and opened the door to the loud music of the club. We managed our way through the now full dancing floor with my grip tight on Mayas arm. The security in-front of the darkroom paved way immediately they saw me approach. “Who is the fucking idiot that lay a hand on this lady” I asked , no one paid attention to me, the room was loud with moans of pleasure and soft music, it smelt like a mixture of semen and sweat.

“Because I’d have to lecture myself for letting it happen.” I smiled. “You didn’t let it happen.” “I watched my woman beat the shit out of Veronica.” “You also watched me get arrested.” “She did insult you.” I shook my head. “Does the club have whores?” “Babe.” He groaned. I looked at him for a second before settling more comfortably against his chest. “Well, does it?” “It’s a motorcycle club full of grown ass men filled with pent-up energy.” “The women at the cookout?” His body shook as he laughed. “Garrett and Owen’s wives. But the others are friends of Margaret.”

“ He was at the club at the estimated time of death , if you had bothered to check the CCTV footage you have gathered from the club you would already know that. Or you already have and still want my client to somehow miraculously trip himself up for something he hasn’t done so you can finally get what you have always wanted. These men are behind bars. Well not today detective Millwood , all four of these men can be accounted for in the CCTV footage, therefore you are barking up the wrong tree. Now remove the cuffs “ she states looking down at my cuffed wrists and I sit with a shit eating grin on my face. David sits practically vibrating on his seat with anger. Maria doesn't look too much bet

We aren’t top dogs for nothing. Alex though, has been the worst. His constant need to kill has been unbearable. Only a week ago he murdered fourteen people just because he could. Utter Chaos. Granted none of us have slept with any other woman since our proposed engagement to Mr. Moretti’s daughter. I fear if we don’t get it going soon the whole city could be in danger. Soon, we’re pulling up to Club Ambrosia. The big flashy lights flashing as our bouncer stands guard outside the front entrance clipboard in hand. A list of names held securely upon it as a line of people wait to get in.

So, it's either she dead or dedicated her life to the mafia world which she soon to be discovered if she passed through all the training. "Here to stay. Well, there's only the three of us now." Rachel, a blonde girl with fierce eyes pointed to themselves. "You're right. If the three of you passed until the very end, you have a bright future ahead of you." Jilly said. Indeed, from the seven names on the list, there are only three girls remained in the house.

So I forced myself to turn away from the ache he’d left and focus on something I could control: Bones. Bones was the enforcer of a motorcycle club that had been stirring rumors all across town. Human girls had gone missing since their arrival—too many, too fast. Whispers said the club used them as entertainment, passing them around until they broke. If the rumors were real, then I would dismantle their filthy den myself and free those women. I’d done this before—alone, as always. My wolf was fast, strong, and merciless when unleashed. I could take every one of them if I had to.

I listened in on the whole conversation. The great Miliani Hwang is just a broken girl under that tuff exterior. I've seen my men shudder at her name. I've seen my victims kill themselves trying to escape her wrath. She is ruthless but yet still so innocent, having never taken a life with her own hands.