La Chica Salvaje Novels & Stories

When he moved, the woman faintly groaned, “B—baby, ohh.” Top hair was messy and untidy. She virtually has nothing hidden; her back is naked. Her forehead began to perspire. As she enjoyed each stroke of pleasure, her lips parted. She cocked her head to the side and placed it on his shoulder. Laura Monteverde was in complete happiness as Alexander Salvador continued to manipulate her with his skilled hands and lips, starting at her chest. She shivered, aware of how close to her peak she was. “G—god, you’re so fucking good, Alex,” she exclaimed.

Salva immediately hugged her *Key you have to do it with the crowbar, we're going to copy everything now and throw it in his mailbox* Salva looked at Keyla, but she was still thunderstruck and didn't move a bit *Key do you hear?* Salva took her by the shoulders and now looked deep into her eyes *I have to do that, Salva, you have nothing to do with it. So can we drive please?* Keyla looked blankly at Salva

Salvador How dare this little rat burst into my house and took that girl? "Follow them," I told my gangs, and I followed as well. I can't just sit there and listen to their nonsense; I need to see it for myself. That girl just signed her death warrant, and I'm going to grant her wish. "Don't let her go, I want her head here," I order, and they speed away. "Shoot," I ordered. All the cars around me started shooting, but I wasn't satisfied; I wanted a bullet to pierce that girl's heart. Their car began to move much faster than it had previously, and I was astounded at how quickly they passed through a large number of cars that were stopped.

I don’t actually know how she runs with those things. She launches herself, flying in the air about to crash into Stacey, who rolls again before jumping up. “Go,” she cries to the others who stand there awkwardly. She’s on her feet. Her hand reaches for her. dagger she stuffed into her leggings only to realise that it’s flown from her landing in the bush several yards away. “This will be good. I can’t tell who I want to win here, they're both so sexy,” Xantiago comments, chuckling in his seat. “I think that little one has got some spunk. I bet she plays dirty in more ways than one,” Silas adds as my jaw clicks. You have no idea.

Each vision twisted, manipulated, designed to break me. You can’t save them all, she hissed. You’re too weak. You’ve always been weak. “No!” I screamed, golden wings exploding outward, flares of light puncturing the darkness. I am not weak. I am the Revenant. I am Lila Harper, and I survive.

“Stop acting like a pussy! They are coming to bludgeon you to death. You only have seconds left. If you want to survive, you need to run. Now!” Ignoring the pain, Thea took off her shirt and shredded it into three pieces. She used two of them to cover her bare feet. The third one she rolled around her left hand. In a second, Thea broke the window, and, ignoring the sharp pieces of glass cutting the naked skin on her belly and on her back, she managed to escape the shed through the little opening. The moment she hit the ground, Thea started to run towards the woods. The moonless sky was on her side, and the trees would help her stay hidden until she'd reach a house, or better yet, the highway

I felt the heat in my chest growing, that familiar burn that came whenever I was ready to fight. "Listen to me, Lucian," I said, stepping right back into his space so he couldn't ignore me. "I am not that same girl you threw out into the snow. I have seen things you can't even imagine, and I have survived worse than you. I am vowing this to you right now, in front of your gods and your elders. If you touch one hair on Tomas’s head, if you do anything to harm him, I will burn this pack down to the ground. I will tear these stone walls apart with my bare hands, and I will make sure there is nothing left of the Blackfang name but ash. Try me."

At first, I could only hear the muffled voices of people I barely recognized. Even though I wanted to move, my body felt too heavy. Just lifting a finger suddenly felt like carrying a 60 kg dumbbell with only one hand. Little by little, the voices became clearer and I managed to identify that one of them was my secretary, Viola.

She points at me, her mouth moving but I can’t hear a word she’s saying as she begins to run toward me, frantic. But then she’s grabbed around the waist, pulled down, dragged away, fighting for her life…. I fight against the vision, unsure of what I’m seeing as the grass turns to thick, rainforest floor and palm trees. I can feel the spray of the waterfall on my skin as I watch a group of women pulling the battered body of the young woman into the familiar water. “Oh, Mystica,” I breathe, watching as the woman’s dark hair swirls on the surface of the water before disappearing. “You went in…. You were saved by–”

"HA...HAHAHAHA!" A loud evil laugh filled the village, giving cold creeps to everyone. Latina's voice was horrifying like almost a different person's. With her scarlet eyes and burning red hair, Latina was on fire. She turned to face Sheila who was petrified. "K-kill me," she begged while having a sinister smile.