Novel & Cerita Anastasia Savage

[WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING CONTENTS!] Rostam Clawmark and Greko Blazul: "!!!" "No way! No way! That is a lie!" Anastasia, who discarded her mate, stomped her broken foot repeatedly as she stripped any soft countenance, revealing her crazy personality to the thousands of beasts she had seduced throughout to march for her bidding. "This all a bad dream! You're a pathetic woman! You should be a cannon fodder, a human furnace for us—the chosen ones! I dreamed of your demise over and over again! Why is it different? Why?"

“Why in the world are you having the security guard drag Ms. Savage away?” The girl behind the lecturn sticks to her guns–like a complete idiot. “She said her name was Ace Average,” she says with great insistence that she doesn’t have a hearing–or understanding–problem. “I most certainly did not!” I pull with all my might against the security guard’s grip and manage to get my arm free. “I am A. Savage, owner of Savage Enterprises, and I have never been so humiliated in my life!” That’s true–A. Savage has never been this humiliated before. Anna Young? Well, this doesn’t even come close to the most humiliated she’s ever been–and by the very woman I’m now relying on to help me.

Anastasia asked, walking into the room with a tablet in hand and a tight look on her face. “Let me guess, the trendy video of Noah and Sasha at some club?” “Gosh, she looks horrible, who dances like that anyway?” she hissed. I understood her distaste, but our anger was towards different people, “That isn’t my problem right now,” Anastasia raised her head, her brows furrowed in confusion, “What is going on?” “Does that man look like a person whose project has just been hijacked?” “You know people keep happy fronts, but we both know that he isn’t pleased with what has happened,” she said.

I smirk, nodding at Hunter to takes over as I claim my seat front and centre, sprawling out in the chair as I sip my whiskey. “Let’s start with Contestant 6,” Hunter begins as an image appears on the glass to the arena. One half is a closeup of the face, the other half a full-length image of their body. Each of the girls has been photographed in their underwear when they arrived. Although many don’t remember, as the drugs were still in their system. “Felicity Swan 25 from the Moonstone Pack. Tall, slender build with toned muscles with a decent size rack, unmated, is top of her squad. She has taken out 3 rogues on her missions,” Hunter informs everyone as I bristle slightly. I didn’t know she

Anna pushed Luna's body roughly then turned her knees. "Damn you, Canadia Smith ..." Luna screamed very strongly. ***** This is Canadia Smith's story. 30-year-old woman. "Pretty Savage" was the nickname she earned in her world. A girl with a strong ambition for revenge. An innocent girl who turned into a demon just because of past trauma. This is the story of Canadia Smith, who prefers to be called Miss Anna. The woman who acts becomes dominant and becomes obsessed with her new hobbies after psychiatric rehabilitation.

When I was turning my back in fear when they called me and I was pushed by someone. A bright light fell on me, I stumbled over my feet, quickly regaining my composure without falling to the ground, I looked at what looked like a bar. Even with some tables spread around, men of great power, I even recognized an imposing lawyer who had already appeared on television. - Now, introducing, Anastasia is a 22-year-old Turkish girl. All this was happening while the man started talking as I passed behind him. from him. He showed me, with me parading, while the other men were watching that series of other women.

"What are they calling me?" Darius finally let out a short laugh. "The Savage Luna." I froze. I stared at him, my mouth dropping open slightly. I was completely dumbfounded. "The what?" I asked, my voice flat. "The Savage Luna," Darius repeated, and this time he didn't even try to hide his grin. "People are talking about the way you handled Rydan. They’re saying you didn't just kill him, you ended a whole era with total brutality. They saw the way you stood between two Alphas and told them both to back off. They think you're a force of nature, Lyra."

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

Anastasia immediately tensed from her place. "W-what?" She asked. "What's with you? You're not acting like your real self." The woman asked. Fuck. Anastasia clears her throat to ease down the tension inside her body. "What are you talking about?" She asked frantically. "Im just tired that's all. And didn't you said we're in a hurry? So what are you waiting for? Do you wanna watch me get dress?" She added and even raised her eyebrow at her. She already acted as a Doreen Garcia. She knows now how to act like a bitchy brat.

I will tear my heart off, then break my spin and if that didn’t work, I will slit my throat. Anything to end this torture. If this continued, I will harm my mate. I can hear his voice getting closer and his scent is so near. I …..I can’t let him see me like this. A monster. He will treat me like the others, he will throw me away. I just… I just can’t. “Open your fucking eyes, Tamara. Stop hurting yourself.” Savage said when arms wrapped around me and I thrashed around and clawed at whoever was trying to stop me. No, I need to do this.