Womens Murder Club Novels & Stories

Well, if he would not tell her she would go to the course itself, she knew where to find Marcello, him and his men liked to hang out at the seedier strip clubs and she knew which one was his favourite. Pulling the bike in behind the club she parked it in the shadows and waited watching gut instinct telling her to be careful she bit her lip, she really had to stop acting on impulse like this she should have brouoght her guards. Everywhere was queit so she slid off the bike and patted her coat feeling the comfort of the gun holstered underneath it she wasn't that stupid. Lifting her head she straightened her spine and strode into the club, it was even seedier than she had imagined, the whores,

"We will only stay here for a few hours, trying to find clues. If we can't find anything worth pursuing then we will leave and try another establishment," Demetria finally said. "I agree with that," Clarice responded with a nod. After one hour of waiting, the women finally entered the club. The club was crowded and the women didn't like the chaotic atmosphere inside the club. "I hate clubs like this. So crowded, so noisy and people are everywhere, suffocating me. The music is too loud. I think my eardrums will explode.'' Clarice groaned in dismay.

Majority are just standing there staring at the two dead guys, and wondering what the fuck happened. Wisp rushes over to me, her hazel eyes glassy, lips thinned. Her short denim skirt barely covers her pussy. The busty leather thing she has covering her tits is no better. Storm and Texas are going to turn her hide. We might be an all sexist club but the guys who have claimed one of our own, whether temporarily or permanent take their commitments very fucking seriously. And there's no doubt that Texas isn't going to let her slide this one out with a few fucks. We don't mind the girls dressing in skimpy shit around the Clubhouse. In public we mind, we’re territorial motherfuckers and have kill

Auntie Romie twirled on his heel and led the way like a Broadway hostess. He might’ve stayed rooted to the spot if TeeCay hadn’t tugged on his sleeve, grounding him. Inside, the club was a kaleidoscope of dim lights and decadence. The air hummed with low laughter, clinking glasses, and the distant beat of music. The room was packed—really packed—with women who didn’t look like your typical clubgoers. These weren’t twenty-somethings out for a wild night. These were women in their forties, fifties, sixties. Confident. Powerful. Wearing everything from sequined gowns to tailored coats, heels clicking against the floor like punctuation marks to conversations filled with mischief.

In moments like this, my heightened senses did more harm than good. The Shantel was one of the most popular clubs in Seattle and one of the many owned by our pack. Not everyone was allowed in. Mostly because a good number of the people here were werewolves. And things could get ugly fast—if two rival packs ran into each other, it could explode into an all-out war. Nobody wanted that. Leaving the noise and crowd behind, Rex and I stepped into the private room. Three girls were already waiting—dressed in nothing but black straps and lace that barely covered anything. That was the goal, though.

"It is a club thing. Marks you as under my protection. Means no one can touch you without going through me first." "How do you mark someone?" "Tattoo. Small. Usually here." He touched the inside of my wrist. "Property of Damien Cross, Iron Wolves MC." Horror and something else—something darker—twisted in my chest. "You want to brand me like cattle?" "I want to keep you alive." His hands framed my face, forcing me to look at him. "You do not understand how clubs work. Women here are either old ladies—claimed by a member—or club girls. Club girls are shared. Available to anyone with a patch."

When he gets in next to me, he reaches for a pair of black sunglasses, starts the car, and we are off. “Fang isn’t far from here. It’s one of the strip/BDSM clubs I’ve given to Kon to manage. The one I took you to the other day is called The Slip, and it’s the one Vanya manages. The first set of murders happened to her girls,” Kai tells me as we drive. He wasn’t lying; the club was literally up the road from us. I gasp at the sight in front of me. “Wait, isn’t this called Billionaire’s Row?” I ask with wide eyes and gaze up at the skyline dominated by large, towering buildings.

If we managed to trace him or her, we would be able to know whether or not they were still there or not, and that would lead us to where the woman was. “Where was she seen, do you have any idea?” “At one of the clubs there. The girls who saw her were Romanians. They don’t necessarily know who she is, but they know that she is dangerous. The men who were around the place didn’t bother approaching her when she entered, the bouncers didn’t even stop her” “Which club? Or who owns the club if I’m being more specific” “That’s the thing, the club owner isn’t mentioned. At least, I don’t know who he is, and I’ve never heard of such a club”

He said, “Powerful is one thing, but the club is rather unique. Its members are all women. Moreover, every single one of them is beautiful and their president was as attractive as Aphrodite! Most importantly, all the members were trained in Aphroditeux Wrestling and they’re a terrifying bunch. There’s a rumor that their president is even capable of entrancing an invincibilis powerhouse!” Upon hearing that, Zayn was astonished. The willpower of an invincibilis fighter was extremely strong, but the president of Medusa Dames was even capable of enchanting one. How would that make sense? Zayn realized that he almost fell for it as well as he recalled Cyrene’s seductive charms. “If that’s the cas

Shaun Smith I was intently watching the unconscious girl laying in my hotel room. Her long raven-black hair was spilling over the white covers of the bed she was in. My bed. I did not understand but I felt a sudden pride to see her sleeping in the bed I slept in. I really wanted her to open her eyes. So that I could see those amazing pairs of green eyes. But until now the woman is still unconscious. And I seem to want to kill someone when I think of the reason why she was in this situation. Preferably, the life of one of the guys outside my room.