Lirik Pretty Savage

For Cesar it was always about being the best at what he does. He was the kind of man whose mind swirled around business every hour of the day. He actually had nothing else to keep him occupied. Having been among the top in the business industry, each year he received an invitation to the world's greatest auction that not many people knew of or had the chance to partake in. Each year it had been the same for him. Go to the auction, get bored through the whole thing and go back home. This year though there was a turn of events when he finally found something in the auction that perked his interest or rather a pretty someone that had him feeling like he'd been missing something his whole life.

“You’re mine, rogue but I haven’ chosen you.” He sniffed my neck and the closeness with my second chance mate made my body shiver both with fear and pleasure. “I haven’t chosen this fate either, Alpha.” I dared to match his steel grey eyes which only reflected coldness in their depth. Her heart clenched when she saw hatred and disgust in her second mate’s heart for her. Celeste, the banished Luna had a pretty rough life since she was mated with the selfish, ruthless Alpha until she was rejected and banished from the pack. Humiliated, heartbroken and homeless, Celeste didn’t intend to find her second chance mate in the most infamous Alpha of the Frost Pack, Darius Lockwood.  

How far you can go to get your love? Sati, an Indian girl crossover all her way to china to meet her superstar Xiao Wei to make a sweet love story. The most handsome, popular singer and actor Xiao Wei, who have many fans across all over the world and many celebrities & pretty face adoring him to get his attention, will he be able to accept an ordinary girl for his love life/partner ?? Sati will faces many consequences on her way to get her love but there is saying which always made here decision stronger that, 'When you really desire something from the whole heart and soul, all the universe conspires you to achieve it'

Aditi and West hate each other. They bicker, they flirt, and are possibly a little in love. Blotching the hot new guy's shirt with chocolate-mixed spit is probably not the best idea of a revenge, but Aditi soon discovers that she doesn't regret it one bit. Because despite being a jerk, West too knows what it's like to be brown, Muslim and falling apart in an all-white high school, and when he gets entangled in Aditi's struggle to tackle a debilitating trauma and a really, really loud Bangladeshi wedding, the fledgeling love-hate relationship will leave her either healed or heartbroken. Or pretty dead, because an outbreak of crimes is gripping her quaint little town in fear, and the gorgeous flirt she's falling for has his fair share of ugly secrets. -

He owns my mouth. My body. My fucking soul. But I never said he could have my heart. Eli’s been chained before and it damn near killed him. So when he’s caught running through Blackthorn pack lands by Ronan Vale, the savage Alpha of a ruthless pack, he's horrified when the brute marks and claims him. But Ronan doesn’t just bite. He binds. With ropes, with rules, with a voice that makes Eli's knees go weak and a touch that turns resistance into hunger. The bond between them is feral. And Eli hates how much he wants it, how much he wants Ronan, even when he has him spread out and shaking, marked and owned, begging to be filled so he’ll stop feeling empty. Eli swore no one would ever own him again. Then came the Alpha whose bond feels like a brand and a promise all at once. He hates how much he wants it. Ronan’s voice. Ronan’s hands. Ronan’s brutal, worshipful need. This isn’t love, it’s obsession. And Eli is afraid that he's starting to like it.

"How could you conspire with them. I trusted you Layla!" He was really mad. "I didn't give them the code Damon, okay? I don't know how they got it?" She said. She strangely felt no nervousness or fear. Only the guilty felt fear. "Why didn't you tell me the truth about him? God! We've been dating for almost a year and you never told me he was a ex-convict", he said a shade quieter. He watched Layla look down for a minute and stare back up at him, tears gathering in her deep blue eyes. "If I did tell you, would you still have fallen for me...?" Working in a coffee shop wasn't Layla's dream. She has a degree in Business Administration but getting a got job in America was difficult for minority groups like her. But her boss, William Grey was wonderful, plus, she did get some pretty awesome customers like Damon Prince, the billionaire businessman and New York's most eligible bachelor and some pretty awful ones as well like Logan West, Damon's annoying and stuck-up assistant. After a brief argument with Logan, Damon comes to the coffee shop to make an apology to Layla on behalf of Logan and offers her a check. She turns both down and demands that Logan apologizes or they can forget about their coffee orders. She wasn't going to be pushed around by some rich folks. This intrigues Damon and he gradually falls in love with her. They begin a beautiful relationship but it's not all roses. They soon meet Damon's ex, Yasmin Kyle and Layla's criminal and terrible father, Dario Hernandez. Their trust and love for each other is tested as well as family ties but will they pull through or are something's just not meant to be?

I was born an omega in a pack that treated me like dirt. When the Moon Goddess tied me to Alpha Ryker, I thought things would change. They did—but not for the better. He used me in secret, rejected me in silence, and paraded another she-wolf as his Luna. I wasn’t his mate. I was his shame. So I ran. Bleeding. Barefoot. Done. I didn’t expect to survive the night, let alone end up in the court of King Maelor Draven—the cold, savage Lycan King known for killing without blinking. He should’ve finished me off. Instead, he gave me a choice: Marry him… or be sent back to die. It was never meant to be love. Just survival. But somewhere between the silence and the storms, between the way he looked at me and the way I stopped flinching—I found something more. Not safety. Not romance. Power. Now I stand by a king. Not as his toy. Not as his mate. But as a woman reborn. And when Ryker comes for me again… he’ll wish he killed me when he had the chance.

SAVAGE JAXSON They know my name. They know how dangerous I am. And soon everyone will. I am the King of Assassins. I was born into darkness. Growing in the dungeons of the Grier Citadel. Feeding on the rats to survive. And from that I learned you consume what's necessary to live. Then one day my father, King Ocnomad, paid an assassin to drown me in the river. To hide the king's great secret...Me. He couldn't let anyone find out what I really am. A secret to be kept at all costs... Even from me. Unfortunate for him, that a group of demons crossed Grier that day. I was raised amongst demons. But I escaped that slavery and came across a woman that generated light like I'd never seen. And I decided I would possess that light. One way or another. She was a wraith in the docks until I found her. She thinks she'll never wholly turn herself over to me. She can't admit she already has. I've had Dimurah since the moment she put her hand in mine.

My husband asked me if bras were more comfortable without underwire, and I was happy that he had finally become more mature. The next day, his assistant snatched the parcel I received in the mail, saying that it had the wrong address. That night, I saw Samantha Davis post on her social media, with the caption, “My boyfriend bought this for me. Isn’t it pretty?” It was a selfie taken in a hotel mirror, and there was a beautifully decorated box containing a bra lying beside her. So, as it turned out, it was not that men became mature later in life, it was that you weren’t the one they were willing to become mature for. Naturally, I gave the post a like and took a screenshot before sending it to my husband. "What a waste. You could have gotten an 20% discount if you bought the whole set."

I should have never turned her away. So many years have passed, and she’s back in my life. But our parents dating for a while left me refusing her. And she left for the romantic city of Paris. My pretty girl becoming a ballerina. Forever gone. But life has a way of taking things full circle. Due to an injury, she’s back in our small town. My second chance to make things right stares me in the face. She’s all grown up, and still stealing my every thought. But I can’t compete with her dreams. Letting her go is what’s required of me, and I do it, but not without cost. Never in a million years did I expect her to take a gift with her. A secret. My baby.