100 Savage Roasts Novels & Stories

I said quietly and they nodded in response. Another pair of eyes followed our movements and I could hear the pants and wild heartbeat of the rogues. Well, as long as we stick to my advice nothing will go wrong—“ What. The. Fuck?” Millicent whisper yelled. My eyes followed to what they were all looking at. The sight before us was stomach wrenching and very disturbing. Two rogues feasting on another rogue. Cannibalism. “ What should we do now?” Millicent asked. Nobody had the guts to move as the sight was petrifying beyond anything. In a whisper Felix said to the group, “ We can still get through. But we have to be very careful”.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

, Marlow said solemnly. “Alpha Christian Xavier, you have plotted against your people to destroy the harmony we've built over the years. You have been careless with our peace and most especially our safety. And for that I hereby banished you and everybody who chooses to follow you. You're never to return unless you undo what has been done!” He was now a Rogue wolf!

“Sorry? Do you want me to believe you’re sorry?” To my shock, the man suddenly lifted his head and pulled out a knife. “I am, Boss!” And before I could even process what was happening, he sliced off his own pinky finger. My mouth fell open in horror. Why? “I’m really sorry, Boss.” The man holding the gun only shook his head. “Leave now before I change my mind,” he ordered authoritatively. The man scrambled to his feet and hurried out of the room. I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. Why did he have to cut off his finger? Who was this man?

My hips were rocking instinctively now, chasing friction wherever I could get it, even against the sting of fresh slaps. Smack! Smack! Smack! Each strike echoed through me, deep inside my core, where heat pulsed with every breath. Lucien paused just long enough to drag his palm over both cheeks, one slow, possessive stroke that made me whimper pathetically. I lost count somewhere after twenty-eight. I could only gasp out numbers in shattered whispers "Th-thirty... thank you!" And then even that failed me, I babbled nonsense instead. "Please...I can't..."

I turned my gaze back to the sports car. Suddenly, the door opened. Mustapha stepped out, looking ghastly. His all-black outfit made him appear as if he had just come from a funeral. His black obsidian hair was slicked back, save for a few bangs that hung over his forehead. His face was exceptionally pale, and heavy bags under his eyes made him look like a walking ghost. He was smoking a regular cigar while holding a gun and a knife. Truth be told, Mustapha was the most dangerously handsome among Martello's men, despite his bored demeanor. Although his average height made me look like a fragile man, he was a total freak. A fucking maniac that they called him.

He picked up his phone and called someone. "Order us baked pasta, grilled tuna, some vegetable salad, and a fruit shake plus water, Ashley. Make it fast. Your Ma'am Sage is angry—I mean hungry." He ended the call and put the cellphone on the table as he covered the adobo. I looked away out of annoyance and heavy feelings. I rolled my eyes as he kept on pulling my wrist, but I stood where I was. "Don't be upset, Savvy. I am just saving your tummy from getting hurt. Don't worry, I'll eat your adobo and you will eat what I have ordered."

"They say you're a beast in bed. Don't you want to ravage me?" Ravage? Okay this girl was completely high. And why do girls always call me a beast? They should see Ryu in action. "Uh, I'm sorry but I'm not in the mood" "Oh come on" she said snaking a hand over my shoulder as she trailed a finger down my chest. "You can't say that you don't want me. Aren't I sexy enough for you?" I grabbed the hand that was now dangerously close to my crotch, stopping it from advancing any further then stepped out of her hold "I said no. Leave me alone"

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

Aurelio said, picking the axe he brought. "Please... I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!! No!! Stop!! Argh!!! Help!!! No!!! Arrrrrggghh!!!" The man's scream and pleas filled the deserted area as Aurelio butchered him into fine pieces of meat. ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••MORNING»CISCO'S ROOM•• Flame smiled as she slept peacefully. Cisco pulled her closer to him as he slept and that made her wake up