Pretty Savage Novels & Stories

"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."

I cried, my eyes rolled back into my head. He slowed down a little, the sudden change in pace denying me my orgasm. "Not yet. Or I'll stop," he said as he pulled out and made me lay down, stomach down, ass up, slamming me harder and faster doggy style. "Daddy!" I shamelessly screamed as his cock threatened to tear my asshole. "Your cock is too big." "Shut up and take it like the little slut you are," he hissed, spanking my ass hard, leaving his hand prints.

I screamed. But my words fell on deaf ears. The screams he didn't even try to halt. The screams of my pain and misery. The screams of my innocence being ripped apart. The screams of battling a monster. But I was a frail girl, and he was a devil incarnate, a savage brute who mangled my honour and shattered every ounce of my dignity. I bled on that damn table. I bled on the tattered remains of my gown. I bled inside and out.

Two days later Grasis’s POV I am Grasis, a cruel and ruthless mafia man who just love to torture others. By torture other, I get pleasure so that I can forget my painful memories. I do not hurt any innocent but I love to torture sinful people. In this bloody adventure, I started drinking blood and rape the girls. I hated my mother so I hate every woman of this word until I met her. She was innocent, she was pure. I just want to keep her with me. I do not want to take her free. I torture her, I give her pain but all was because of love, my immense love.

He tried to sound intimidating but I could hear the blood curdling fear laced in between his unnerving tone. "Is Alexios here by chance?" I asked. "I don't answer to you witch! You deserve to die for hurting Alpha Alexios !" The ruddy in his eyes suddenly glowed. I watched, stunned because this bastard was about to shift. The madness behind his action caused me to take a step back. It was simple really. If this werewolf shifted. He would become a vargulf. In simpler terms, a far more crazed version of Curtis Rose. He would be uncontrollable and almost monstrous. I watched in horror as the Sentinel's flesh dropped to the floor like a mask and out of it stepped a large wolf. No, a demon. Its f

He managed to dodge the worst of it, but a deep cut appeared on his arm. Fueled by anger, Victor tackled Samantha to the ground. The two struggled fiercely, knocking over furniture and shattering picture frames. Olivia took a bat and hit Samantha’s head with it. As Victor finally gained the upper hand, he grabbed the weapon and pointed it at her. “Stop this, Samantha!” he yelled. “It doesn’t have to end like this!” But Samantha only laughed, her eyes glowing with madness. “You’ll never be free of me, Victor. Never.”

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

“Fuck you, Nico. Get off me!” “Get me off you, pretty boy.” Nothing got him riled up like us commenting on his looks. He was like a girl—on steroids. I slapped at his face to get him going some more. “Come on, Jax! Get the fuck up before you mess up your makeup,” Van yelled in mock outrage, banging his fist against the mat. “This is downright fucking disgraceful!”

Black hide clothing, dirtied boots, kill beads clicking in twisted lengths of hair, a fierce expression, and cutting blue eyes. He does look brutal. But not nearly as much as he is. The Nauvree cleared his throat before urging. “Let’s just wait down here.” “What if he harms her?” Rhyers gnawed a cheek. “That didn’t move like a normal man.” “It’s not.” “What was it?” “Well…” How the hell do you describe Savage Jack. You could describe a hundred men but when you pointed to Savage Jack you’d pause and say… “And then there’s that…”

Jack thought that Dustin wanted to apologize to him, so he said aggressively, “If your knees don’t bleed from it, I’m not accepting your apology, you ignorant b*stard!” Dustin kicked, and the sofa flipped over. Jack was flung into the air before he crashed onto the floor. “Ahh!” He roared with his face twisted in rage. “You b*stard! Do you want to die that badly?!” “You’re the one who has a death wish!” Dustin had a murderous look on his face. Chills spread down Jack’s spine, and he was terrified. Who exactly was Simone’s assistant? Why did this person look more terrifying than the gang leaders he had met before?