Novel & Cerita Pretty Savage

What Darryl did not know then was that the beauty before him was Simone Savage—the sister of the Skyway Association leader, Solomon Savage. The Skyway Association had businesses all over the Nine Continents, and Solomon was in charge of the affairs over at the Raksasa tribe. His sister, Simone, had always been in the Nine Continents. Half a month ago, she was in the New World when she found out what happened to her brother due to Loona's massacre, and she flew into a fit of rage and grief. Simone had snuck into the Raksasa tribe two days ago, prepared to take revenge. She heard that Darryl was going to leave the palace, so she planned her ambush.

Why did this happen to her? [Scarlet is so disgusting! She seems so gentle on the surface, pretending to be a gentle and food-loving woman, when the truth is that she’s a third-wheeler! How dare she stole Gigi’s husband!] [Shameless b*tch! I hope you die!]

David asked with all his rage. "Are you surprised that I finally showed all your rottenness? Are you shocked by everything I did? How can someone so poor turn evil after being given his trust and killing his boss? You really are a demon!!!" shouted Nicole casually. David now tightened his grip on Nichole's neck and made it a little harder for her to breathe now. Jason who was in the car had managed to contact someone as Patricia ordered but the man still couldn't get out of the car because it would be a mess if he finally got out.

In a flash, like lightening, Xaver gave a loud scream of frustration amd angrily toppled the plates and warm pancakes to the floor with one sweep of his arm, ceramic shattering into a million pieces as it came in contact with tile, "Fuck!" Shocked and scared out of her mind, Sreya backed away from Xaver as quickly as she could. She's never seen him this angry before and she didn't know what to do.. Or say... All she could do was cry, keeping her quivering hand on her mouth to stop whimpering sounds from escaping as the taste of salt dominated her oral cavity.

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.

I am insane, literally. ----

"One night I snapped. My dad had brutally raped me for two solid hours. My asshole was bleeding and I was in so much fucking pain. So when my mum passed out from the drugs and dad went to bed, I got the sharpest knife I could from the kitchen and went to his bedroom. I could hear him snoring from outside so I opened the door and slipped inside. I stared at him for a while, the knife felt so heavy in my hand but so right...." "Then I stabbed him. The death certificate said stabbed 43 times but I don't remember doing it that many times, I think I blacked out. The courts found me not guilty because I was acting in self defence, I did have a ripped asshole to prove it. My mum was sent to prison

His eyes were fixed on me in the mirror. While pulling the zipper on my back he whispered, "Don't pretend to be tame to try to escape or find trouble until you scream here." It was a really good idea and he gave me new enthusiasm to try to get away from it. "If you do, bullets will be ready to silence anyone who wants to help you," he threatened. Sadistic! That's my assessment of him from the beginning until this moment. None of the mafia is kind because they don't have hearts. Everything they do is just for fun and money.

Ready. "You're a fucking tease," Red-face spat. "All of you. Walking around like that, shaking your ass in our faces, and then acting like we're the bad guys for wanting what you're selling." "We're selling a fantasy," I said calmly. "Not our bodies. There's a difference. Learn it." He moved toward me — not quite a lunge, but aggressive, his hand coming up like he was going to grab my arm or my hair or whatever part of me he thought he was entitled to.

None of us moved a muscle, terrified that even a single step might reignite the spirits’ fury. "Come at me!" Kaida suddenly screamed, her voice drawing my eyes back to her. She looked utterly deranged in her anguish. Her eyes were wide and wild; her face and body were a lattice of bloody claw marks and fresh gore. With her hands extended on either side, she thundered a command at the spirits to charge.