Pretty Little Savage

What happens when you lead the Savage Motorcycle Club and get an innocent mate. Emma has to strip to help her brother and grandma, but meeting the biker president and alpha of Savage is last on her list of she can handle. Will they fall in love or fall apart.

If you are going to be BAD, then you have to do it the BAD way... It's pretty simple: 1) Don't get caught 2) Always have a Plan B 3) If all else fails... Run...Run for your life! Everyone has a bad side. Some try to deny it's existence, some hide it and others well...they rule the world with it. In the book of being BAD, there are ninety-nine formulas for world domination... Number one: You aren't BAD until you can walk around the school dressed in all pink and have everyone afraid to approach you. Number two: You aren't BAD until you can break into a certain bad boys house and well... do the wrong kinds of stuff. Number three: You aren't bad until quite frankly, you have declared vengeance against the bad boy. ~*~ "I heard you like bad boys," Blade says with a vivid smirk on his face. I glared up at him, without responding clenching my fists fighting the urge to punch him in the face. "So...?" He says after a couple of seconds of silence. "So what?" "So what do you think...Tinker Bell?" He says emphasizing on the stupid name. His face moved closer to mine and I stared back into his green eyes, watching the fire inside ignite. I smirked, "Then find me one." Blade grins at my witty retort and shrugs it off. "I look at you and I see cotton candy, but then you open your mouth... and suddenly you turn into liquorice," he scoffs. "Welcome to the game bitch, your move, now let's play."

Rachel Sinclair lost everything when a fraud conviction destroyed her life as a social worker. Five years later, she's reinvented herself as Raven Steele—a woman with a clean past and a dangerous mission. Her target: the Diamondback Motorcycle Club, a vicious criminal organization that operates with impunity while the system looks the other way. Using the forgotten murder of a small-time dealer as her cover story, Raven infiltrates the deadly world of motorcycle clubs. But her carefully laid plans collide with Jax Savage, the devastatingly dangerous president of the Savage Saints MC. Muscular, tattooed, and lethal, Jax has been waging his own war against the Diamondbacks since they murdered his younger brother. What starts as a tactical alliance quickly ignites into an attraction neither can resist. As Raven goes deeper undercover with the enemy, feeding intelligence to Jax while maintaining her cover, the line between duty and desire blurs. But in a world where trust is a weapon and love is a liability, their growing connection threatens to destroy everything they've worked for. When Raven's deception leads to a devastating blow against the Diamondbacks, she becomes the target of a deadly bounty. Forced to reveal her criminal past to the man she's falling for, she must decide if their connection is strong enough to survive the truth. With enemies closing in and a war erupting in the streets, Raven and Jax face an impossible choice: save themselves or save each other. In the savage world of motorcycle clubs, some hearts are worth fighting for—and some are worth dying for. *Content warning: Contains explicit language, violence, mature themes, and sexual content. Recommended for readers 18+.*

“You know what, Attorney? I can willingly comply with your needs, but since you are forbidding me to do things that I want, then I think this marriage is null and void. It is useless and shouldn't be addressed in the first place.” – Sage Valencia ------- Savannah George "Sage" Valencia is the only child and heiress of the Valencia family. In the midst of luxury, she prefers to live simply and go somewhere unknown. She also had a clear desire to become a well-known painter and abandon the business industry that never stirred her heart. But all her plans changed when her parents were accused of murder. She feared that they would be imprisoned, and even though it was against her will, she agreed to marry the lawyer of the other party so that he would be the one to bow down and be defeated. She knew in herself she didn’t like the man, especially his deep stares at her and evil smirk. Sage knew the man was simply acting and that all he wanted was their wealth, so she tried to avoid him and even planned to escape. But what if Atty. Delton Carancho is the only one who can support her dreams and can give her freedom? And what if the man is also the only one who can stay by her side? Will Savannah be able to grant his wish to be a good housewife, or will she blindly ask for a divorce?

His Pretty Little Pup He took her innocence. They stole her child. Now she’s back—to reclaim it all. At nineteen, Elara returns from the Academy—stronger, bolder, and still nursing a secret crush on the Alpha she was never meant to have. One stolen night with Alpha Caelan shatters everything. He calls it a mistake. She calls it betrayal. And when she finds herself pregnant, her family sends her away in disgrace. Told her baby didn’t survive, Elara disappears… until now. Five years later, she’s back—colder, sharper, and burning for answers. She’s no longer the Beta’s obedient daughter. She’s a storm cloaked in secrets—and she’s about to uncover the biggest one of all: her daughter is alive. But so is the bond between her and Caelan. Now the Alpha who once tossed her aside is locked in a political mating with the cold but powerful Luna Seraphina. Duty demands he stay loyal. But desire? Desire never died. Tangled in betrayal, secrets, and a passion neither can deny, Elara and Caelan must navigate a dangerous path—where love means risking it all, and the truth could bring an entire pack to its knees. She was once his pretty little pup. Now, she might be his ruin… or his redemption.

My father found me too rebellious, so he gave me to Marco, tasking him with making a lady out of me. To the outside world, Macro was the ruthless boss to a Mafia empire, but to me, he was just a man with a perpetually stern face. I tried everything to defy him. I smashed his car. Then I swapped his PPT for the lowbrow stand-up he hated most. And he opened it during a company meeting. Yet, every rebellion ended the same. He cornered me, his massive frame dominating mine on the silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the polished oak of his desk, or the leather confines of the car's backseat. His hot skin against mine, his fingers tracing fire along my curves. He moved with a primal hunger that left me breathless. My body arched in unwilling ecstasy, in a dance of punishing pleasure, until my fight dissolved into moans, my will shattered under his relentless claim. I fell for him hard, convinced this was love, and he was the beacon of my dark world. But the truth shattered me: it was all a calculated game to tame me, to stop my war with my sister Karen. My guiding light went out, or maybe it never existed at all. So I became a good girl. I stopped fighting back. He thought he had me tamed, chained to his will. But in the end, I slipped free, leaving him alone with his shattered heart.