Anastasia Savage Novels & Stories

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

Regardless, my little princess just nodded before dragging her hands through my hair and bringing my lips back to hers "I am ready for you, Alexios . I am always ready for you Alexios Rose." What the fuck was that? Fiona called me by my full name. The Fiona I knew that wouldn't do that for a million dollars. Especially not in the bedroom. I broke the yearning kiss and looked into the girl's eyes. Her eyes were the darkest blues. Her hair was pitch black and her lips the richest rouge I had ever seen. But they did not belong to Fiona. Fiona was not the one my cock throbbed for. The woman smiling back at me with lust-laden eyes was none other than Lydia Nightshade.

My tone came out bitter than I had intended. "Does he treat you well?" she was clearly ignoring my question. "At least, he respects me," I retorted. "And I can't deny what's between him and me." For a moment, I wished I hadn't said that. I could feel Anastasia's body stiffened against mine. We were alone and far from anyone. She could have done all harms to me, and I wouldn't be able to take her down even with all my years of training. Anastasia Romanov wasn't a normal vampire. I had witnessed her strength and ability to attack our hunters. A fraction of my mind had been constantly warning me of this fierce princess.

134. HEA: The Savage Alpha claimed his Rebel Last Chapter Jade's POV Inching his face up, he bruised my collarbone with a red bite as his devilish eyes dared me to moan. Bloody Asshole Alpha. He was challenging me. I wouldn't mind doing it, but I was afraid he would really open the door. Zach could do it. He's done many things he said before and I was not stupid that I would try it just to see how it would really end up if I moaned.

She was already scared that it might be Gabriella, perhaps another lady from another pack who was crushing on alpha Ryder. ‘If it turns out to be Princess Gabriella, then I'm nothing but a dead man walking.’ Ruthie thought inwardly. “Deliana…” Aleena called out. “No, please… I'm Luna Alvina's handmaid. Don't change that for me. I'm not ready to serve a witch woman.” Deliana snapped after Aleena called her name. She was scared to be the one to serve the wicked Luna they were referring to. “I would rather not serve her either,” another maid announced.

The noise was deafening, everyone shouting questions at the same time. I looked to the side of the stage. Damien was standing there, his hands in his pockets, his eyes locked on me. He gave me a slow nod, his presence giving me all the strength I needed. I leaned into the microphone. "My name is Anastasia Black," I said, my voice ringing clear and strong through the speakers. The room went dead silent. "The audio files you heard today are real," I stated, staring directly into the main television camera. "There was a contract. I entered into a surrogate marriage agreement with Damien Vance to secure funding for my father's hockey club. I did it because I was desperate, and because I had been

The company had the best resources and the best people, including PR general manager, Claire Eastly. Claire was a top-notch scorer in both PR and crisis management. There was once an ill-mannered celebrity who was renowned for her discourtesy and always bragged about her money. While she was a household name for her arrogance within the circle, Claire managed to spin up her celebrity image as ‘The Savage Queen’, garnering favor amongst the public.

"And the others? The pups? My brothers? Kaida?" "Everyone lives. Asher is awake. Caspian..." she hesitated, a small, pained sound catching in her throat. "It will take him much longer to heal. We found him crushed beneath a massive pillar, impaled by the rebar within it. We were fortunate Lady Victoria was here; I could not have even gained entry to the grounds, let alone saved you, without her power." "Will he live?" "Certainly. You carry the blood of Alphas; it takes more than cold steel to kill your kind. And Kaida is awake as well."

In the Bratva world, watching your back was an unspoken rule. Anastasia waited for me in her office, and as I entered, she approached, greeting me with a kiss on the back of my hand. Anastasia Volkov, Mikhail's daughter, was an intriguing blend of grace and intensity. Her eyes held a certain depth, a silent storm that mirrored the tumultuous world she hailed from. Long, flowing locks framed a face that carried the weight of her lineage, a mixture of beauty and the unmistakable mark of the Volkov legacy. Her presence was both enigmatic and commanding, a testament to the resilience cultivated in the shadows of powerful bloodlines.

"My marked alpha is absolute perfection in the sheets and on the throne logs. Compared to his giant frame, Thorne Blackwynd is a total beta loser with no raw power. How stupid would my wolf have to be to look at that stray dog twice?" "Anastasia—I mean, Zafira?!" my roommate, Selka Dreadmoor, shrieks from the window logs the moment my boots kick open the door of room 517, her face twisting with an immediate flash of bitter female jealousy. "Why did your skin come to the campus grounds without your heavy black face-paint and rogue clay?" "If your own snout likes that ugly, garish slave-makeup so much, Selka, why don't your own paws smear it across your fur?" my mouth replies with an icy, free