My Savage Valentine Novels & Stories

she starts crying, which I know is fake. "Your such a fake bitch ",I punch a rogue sending him flying. He almost plows into her, which causes her to shriek loud in disbelief. "How dare you I'm pregnant! "She yells. "Then fucking leave Savage bitch because this ends with you dying",I say calmly. She looks from Patrick to me, and I see hate in her eyes. "Valerie deserves better as well you males think having a fuck buddy is fine but once your bitch of a mate comes we get forgotten and tossed aside",I roll my eyes.

Crushed, Catherine had taken off to save what little remained of her sanity. As her parents’ Mercedes fought the storm, visions kept replaying of the fucking bastard standing naked in the pouring rain telling her he couldn’t forgive her, mingled with those of his punishing kisses and angry, urgent thrusts. “Dammit!” she yelled at the windshield. The outside darkness only exacerbated her feeling of loss. And the torrential downpour wasn’t helping, either. “I’ll get over it,” she whispered. “I can do this. I don’t need him. I don’t want him. I really don’t.”

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

“You honestly believe that child in Jess was ever about me? Ethan Carter doesn’t have a sentimental bone in his body. You’re just like him, Dad—calculating every cent while I’m losing everything!” I stood by the heavy oak doors of the Kingdom of Valeria’s medical wing, my heart hammering against my ribs as I listened to Savannah’s voice break into a jagged scream. She sounded feral, unmoored by the darkness that had swallowed her sight.

Stupid, sexy cult leader. Is this the first step in indoctrinating victims? Stupefy them with the hunky men in this town. I won the lottery having Valentine be my mate on this road to madness. I want to ride him all the way to crazy town. “Ready, baby?” Valentine’s deep voice causes me to peek at him from the corner of my eyes. “For what? Are you going to call forth demons now to transform you into a dog?” “Wolf. No demons, though. Sorry to disappoint."

Whatever she doesn't care about, anything that can get her away from his stupid face then she doesn't mind. She simply laid down, facing another side and Martin let out a quiet sigh before leaving the room. A teardrop fell from Valerie's eyes but she wiped it off immediately. In the middle of the night, everyone should be asleep by now but one person wasn't. Sage. She was dressed in all black and was holding a knife. Today she would temper justice with her bare hands. She doesn't care what will happen to her but Valerie must die. She finally got to the room and stylishly pushed the door open. Everyone was dark and she smirked as she took slow strides towards the bed.

He freed his monstrous cock — thick, heavy, and veined — and rammed it into her soaked pussy in one savage, merciless thrust. “FUUUUCK!” Valentina screamed, her back arching violently off the table. The searing, burning stretch was overwhelming — her tight pussy was forced obscenely wide around his enormous girth. She could feel every thick, bulging vein and ridge scraping harshly against her sensitive inner walls as he buried himself to the hilt in a single brutal stroke. The sudden, deep fullness made her stomach visibly bulge.

It only took me four years to learn that there are some humans like Valerie who are beautiful and sensitive and kind. I yawn and Vuko puts his hand in front of my mouth. I roll my eyes at him. He leans in close and my heart races, my skin tingling. He's so close, I can feel his breath on my cheek. I feel the goosebumps flare on my skin. He steps toward me and I can feel the heat of his skin. I close my eyes. He whispers, "You're a savage, Silvia. Did you forget how to cover your mouth when you yawn?"

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

Flynn was behind his desk, and Sage, whom I knew to be his assistant, was bent over him, her skirt hiked up, his hands fumbling by the side of her panties, his mouth on her neck, ear, hair. When she moaned, that did it for me. I flung the champagne bottle at both of them. I missed. It crashed into the walls, shattering on impact, spraying foam and tiny shards of glass directly on them. The sound reverberated round the room. Flynn and Sage jumped apart, staring at the wall in confusion, then at the door. When they saw me, they pushed each other away, and she yanked her skirt down, her face beetroot red. Flynn's eyes went wide.