100 Savage Roasts Novels & Stories

I wiped her tears and turned to Papa and spoke with venom laced in my voice. "You see that man standing there. He will never let you live your life. He will make a show of the scars you are hiding behind these layers of makeup." I said making her recall the torture of her abusive ex-boyfriend. “And a tainted beauty can never become a model, your dream of working with Mr Black will be ruined.” I whispered, curling my lips upwards. "Watch your mouth." Papa snarled. "Shut. The. Hell. Up. " I said threateningly. My raised voice is enough to shut everyone in the room.

Lydia grabbed a bottle of whiskey which was on a table next to her , and she threw it agaisnt the wall with all her strength. "Noooooo! I won't get married to that man ! I won't , do you hear me ! You can't force me ! Over my dead body ,do you hear me ? " Mr Eric suddenly got out of his chair and grabbed Lydia's hand ,tightly. " Listen up ,you rude child. For all those twenty-four years of bringing you up , alone as a single father , i've shown enough forbearance . And when it's your turn to return the favour ,you refuse ?! Do you think that my money grew on trees all these times? Whenever you wanted to have something ,i made my best to give it to you...And your reaction is...heartbreaking !

I see complete utter 'heaven'. There are 5 Hershey bars (dark, milk, and white chocolate (my favorite's of all of them is the white chocolate)), 3 Twix, 2 Snickers, 2 M&M's, 2 Skittles, 3 big bags of Cheetos and 2 of Doritos, 1 onion rings, 3 Sun chips ( cheese, original, and spicy), and lastly 2 pringles. I stared at the bag full of holiness. My eyes slightly widened in surprise that he brought this here. But my question is, 'what are we going to do with this?' I didn't notice I said that out loud until he gave me an answer.

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

"Keep me on video the whole time. I want to see everything." "Even if it eats me?" "Especially if it eats you. I want to be able to describe it to the cops in vivid detail." Despite everything, I almost laughed. By mid-morning, the steaks were ready. I put them on a plate, propped my phone on the windowsill so Rowan could see, and took a breath. "Okay," I said. "I'm going to the back door." "I see you. I see the wolf." Rowan's voice was tight. "It's watching you."