Pretty Savage Blackpink Novels & Stories

The music changed and the place exploded with screams. "Larissa, join us!!!" I heard Serenity scream. The song sounded like a twerk song. Wait, is she going to twerk in front of other guys? Larissa laughed. "I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow!" "Larissa, what are you wearing?" She extended the phone, giving me a quick view of her outfit. I knew it! The moment I saw the heavy smokey eye makeup and sharp black lipstick, I knew Savia had a lot to do with her outfit. She was wearing a little black dress that shimmered under the light, clung mercilessly to her body, and flared out at her lower waist, barely covering her ass. I knew that because she turned her back and placed one leg on the seat

Lookin' like an angel But your savage love When you kiss me I know you don't give two fucks But I still want that Your savage love Your savage lo-lo-love Your savage lo-lo-love You could use me 'Cause I still want that, your savage love Ooh-la-la-la Ooh-la-la-la Your savage lo-lo-love Ooh-la-la-la Your savage lo-lo-love Ooh-la-la-la You could use me Baby Savage love Did somebody, did somebody Break your heart? Lookin' like an angel But your savage love But when you kiss me I know you don't give two fucks But I still want that Your savage love (savage love) Your savage lo-lo-love Your savage lo-lo-love Girl, you could use me 'Cause I still want that, your savage love)

Blackness swallowed everything. Not the soft kind — not darkness you blink into. This was violent. Sudden. Absolute. For a strangled heartbeat, there was no sound. No light. No Zane. Just the roaring pulse in my ears and the metallic taste of panic on my tongue. Then — a hand found mine. Large. Unmistakably his. “Vivian.” His voice cut through the dark like a blade — low, steady, furious in a way that made my knees weak. “It’s just the cabin power. Stay down.”

Rosemary sounded like a child whining to her parents. "What is Blackpink?" Sandro muttered, Rene brought her face to Sandro's ear. "That's a group from South Korea. Girl group I mean." Said Rene who was answered with an "ooh" by Sandro. For a second Sandro was surprised, for people who only live in a pack, Rene knows a lot about the latest trends. "Yes... Yes... All right. Let's do your job!" Sandro's orders. Rosemary took a piece of paper that contained a list of the names of the people who wanted to create a new identity. The woman sauntered over to a desk containing a computer with three screens lined up. He does his job in silence.

Their light skin contrasts with their black hair and at the same time makes them look like fucking Snow White. "I'll buy the round!" Tip yelled after me, I looked over my shoulder at him. "You're going to like the show." The girl with pink locks opened a wide smile that seems to convince the other, and jumped up, arriving at the tip held out two microphones. I rolled my eyes at the brother and watched the girl who went up on stage watching the work in full, her short black hair with blue streaks highlighted against a long-sleeved black sweater, the collar covering her thin neck while exalting her breasts big and defined waist.

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

Then tell me how… --- 날개 잃은 채로 추락했던 날 어두운 나날 속에 갇혀 있던 날 그때쯤에 넌 날 끝내야 했어 Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Yeah-eah-eah-eah Bring out your boss, bitch Yeah-eah-eah-eah BLACKPINK! 뚜뚜뚜뚜두두, 뚜뚜뚜뚜두두 (how you like that?) 뚜뚜뚜뚜두두, 뚜뚜뚜뚜두두두 (you gon' like that) 뚜뚜뚜뚜두두, 뚜뚜뚜뚜두두 (how you like that?)

They rushed towards the woman. “I’m so sorry, Miss Seraphine,” one of them said quickly, her voice trembling. “Please forgive her. She didn’t mean any disrespect.” Another maid chimed in, “Please forgive her, It won’t happen again.” Seraphine waved a hand dismissively, not taking her eyes off me. “You have to apologize properly, or you’ll regret it.” I looked at the maids and then back at Vanessa. It was clear she was a regular here. I scoffed, crossing my arms. “Why should I apologize? I didn’t do anything wrong. Besides—”

For a moment, she stared blankly at me, her jaw dropped in silence, her eyes wide with amusement. “You’re as ruthless as the rumors say.” She smirked. “You bet. You can’t tell unless you experience it,” I joked, shrugging it off nonchalantly. “I’ll pass if I’m the one who experiences it. But when you find someone you want to castrate, invite me—I’ll be your first audience. The sight of blood turns me on.” She licked her lower lip, biting it as she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. “Ah!”