21 Savage J Cole Novels & Stories

Sol Ming looked up to the sky, and then heard an angry roar of a man. “What do you think you’re doing to my partner?” Up the high-slope of the ground, there stands a tanned, colored man. He is bare-naked at the top with the similar animal hides down on his dog waist, eight-pack abdominal muscles look so majestic, and the long vertical scar made by a beast was shown all over him. The facial features of the man are seven-points, near perfection if only it weren’t for the beard on his face that wasn’t shaved hiding the lips of this person.

Dakoda Savage? "Hell yeah!" I blurt out, then quickly cover my mouth, realizing what I just said. He chuckles. "Right on, sister," he says, giving me a fist bump. "Alright, I'll let you celebrate with your friends and family, and I'll see you in a month, ready to bring your A game, I hope." "Yes, sir, I won't let you down," I assure him. "I have a good feeling you won't," he says before leaving.

But it didn’t make this any easier. Alpha Joren broke the tension with a cough. “We’re all in this together, Alpha Rhys.” “Yeah,” Marcus added. “If she's part of the plan, then she’s part of it. We all have our roles to play.” I nodded, though it felt like my heart was being squeezed. “Fine,” I muttered, turning back to the rest of the group. “Kieran, make sure the saboteur gets in unnoticed. Corin, you’ll handle the secrets. Leak them to the right people. And the rest of you…” I looked around at the gathered warriors, each of them ready to die for this cause. “We move fast, we move quietly, and we don’t stop until this is over.”

Raven Steele was her masterpiece—clean background, tragic story, exactly the kind of person who could infiltrate a motorcycle club seeking revenge. The bar's door swung open, spilling amber light and the stench of whiskey and cigarettes onto the wet pavement. A man filled the doorway, his massive frame blocking most of the light. Even in shadow, there was no mistaking who he was: Jax Savage, president of the Savage Saints MC, the most feared motorcycle club in three states. Six-foot-four of muscle and menace, with hazel eyes that missed nothing and hands that had spilled more blood than most soldiers. "You lost, princess?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, each syllable carrying the we

And being the reasonably logical man that I was, I stuffed that can of worms deep down and refused to speak about it As I locked the door Tyrese and one of The Isley Brothers extolled the virtues of having a girl who loved them. Why the fuck did Tyrese ever think it was a good idea to team up with Tank and Ginuwine? Something small and soft touched my forearm and I barely resisted the urge to jump a mile and scream like a banshee, because what the fuck!! Looking down, I saw a hand. Long, slender fingers with bright coral nail polish, that contrasted sharply against smooth mahogany skin. I followed an arm covered by a red puffer jacket to a face with big chocolate brown eyes, stretched wide a

“Yeah, me too! I want something wild. Something completely out of character. Sex in public, maybe? I've been a good girl for too long. Oh, how I want my Alpha crush would appear out of nowhere and have his way with me.” “Alpha crush?” I asked hastily, knowing they'd have to face me shortly. How the hell was I supposed to know what I wanted when I haven't even experienced sex itself? “Alpha Leon. Have you guys heard of him?” Layla nodded. “The pure-blood? I heard he is dangerous. People get scared shitless just from the mention of his name. They call him Savage Alpha, the bringer of death because that's what he does. He kills.” I leaned in closer, my curiosity in the story unexpectedly piqued

I scrambled backward, desperate to get away, but his grip held firm. "Kaida!" The figure growled my name, its voice a deep, menacing rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. I struggled to pull away, ignoring the sharp stab of pain that shot through my injured shoulder when I inadvertently put weight on it. Gleaming red eyes, a suffocating darkness. Those hands gripping my shoulder – clawed and stained with blood. "Let go of me!" I screamed, fighting for my freedom. "Kaida, listen to me. It's Ash. Focus!" Asher barked, his voice sharp in my ear.

my mouth barks right into Mirelle Duskwater's smug face, my silver eyes flashing with a wicked heat that makes the surrounding delta females take a step back. "If you do not read this written apology over the campus horn-speaker, Zafira, our entire sophomore class will be banned from the sacred territory hunts because your claws offended the true heiress of the Nightvale Bloodline!" Sandra Jones snarls from the shadows of the corridor, her tail bristling with a fake, self-righteous anger. "Vaelira’s father was going to fund our entire winter potion supplies, but now the Nightvale Enterprise has completely cut our pack off because of your unranked insolence!" "So my darling sister Vaelira is

They knew that convincing that woman would be a piece of work. "hmm… it's up to you, your highness. We, your subjects, have already suggested a means of averting the imminent doom that's about to befall the kingdom and, as our king, you've to try every possible means to save the kingdom." Elder Collins said. And after saying this, they all stood up and bowed slightly before exiting the room. "You people just want to save your asses." Hunter gritted his teeth before mind-linking his beta. "Your highness?" Maverick walked into the room and bowed slightly.