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 tried to maintain my casual demeanor while my stomach did flips as the scent of his soap filled my nostrils, the shirts showing off his leg muscles, his dick swinging a bit as he sank down on the couch, the see through net shirt did nothing to hide his well sculpted chest, biceps and abs. I took the remote and began scrolling through to play a movie for us, but the sight of his dick doing that little swing replayed itself in my head and I could not pay attention as I snuck glances at him. Suddenly, moaning sounds filled the room with naked men and women displayed on the screen, fucking, as the p**n video I was watching earlier continued playing. I gasped and dropped the remote. “Oh my gosh

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.

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!”

Davino answered coolly. .safira's emotions were boiling over. Davino's answer sounded annoying. Did the man not feel strange seeing her naked in front of him? Was he not afraid that his desire would explode? Even though Davino had seen her naked body some time ago, Safira still felt embarrassed. .She had also walked quickly to her husband and had pulled Davino to stand. She had pushed Davino's body to get her husband out of his room. "Are you crazy?" asked Safira, looking at Davino sharply. As if he didn't feel guilty, he was staring at his body from head to toe. "What do you see?! .You perverted man!” Saphira snapped.

Sofia said shocked, staring at her sodden clothes. "You, you little bitch, do you think you can come like this and rob my man?" "What are you talking about?" Sofia had a firm tone. Jess was shaking with hatred. she threw the glass on the floor, and the noise drew even more attention to the staff around. "of Vernon, he is mine, you don't deserve him, you ... you" "Speak, put out your disgusting prejudice" Sofia said with a face of anger toward Jess. "you poor, disgusting, idiot, bitch"

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?