Pretty Savage Novels & Stories

Frustrating! Instead of his angry and serious face, I found him with his gentle stares, as if he didn't want to argue with this. It seems like he doesn't give a damn about my sentiments. "Hm, yeah, Savvy—" "Will you stop calling me Savvy? And please, let me go home!" I cut him with his sweet nothings. His soft voice irritates me, and even the way he calls me Savvy. If he is calling me like that to tame me, then he has got it all wrong. I will never be tamed by him.

"Listen up ,you Miss Nobody , i don't care where you should go to sleep ; even if you have to go in a pigsty to do so, i would never give a fuck. So from now on, you do your things , and i do mine! Got it? " " Can you tell me why you're so harsh with me ? " "YOU EXIST. " "I know that we don't know each other and..." "And i'm not interested in knowing you, so go now! " "I think that, it's useless...trying to talk to you...you'll always find a way to humiliate me as if i was a rag... I don't deserve this ... and i'm a victim, just like you! " "Should i pity you? No! I don't and i won'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

*** Ryan couldn’t help but notice how different Jeremy had become since he came back from his incarceration. He’d shattered the glass in their suite in a fit of anger. Now he’d broken a chair. That was so not like the Jeremy he’d known before. That Jeremy only became violent when he was in his Ojah mode. This Jeremy didn’t have to be in that mode to be violent. His mate was obviously filled with so much anger…and violence.

“Hey man, relax. I’m not judging. I just think it’s a little odd to hear gossip about you, considering how private you are. When I hear that Priest Santos is protecting a gorgeous woman from a serial killing rapist, I take notice.” I puff out a breath, relaxing my shoulders as I gaze into my friend’s curious stare. “It’s true. Savage’s girlfriend, Sophia, asked me to help her friend, Sage, who was having trouble with a stalker. I tried to protect her, but the bastard was using secret passageways to get into her apartment. If I hadn’t caught him, the asshole would have raped and killed her. We didn’t know that the guy was a psycho until later, though. Thankfully, I was able to protect her bef

And I'm the opposite of her, of all of them. There are two things - Good and Bad. I'll always go against the bad. " I got my answer. " I scoot past her. " No, No, love. He's dangerous. The boys in college weren't trained. They are bad people. " Sas says. I did not stop my pace. I should break his f***** face when he looks at me with his filthy eyes. That bastard is filled with filth. Sas tries to pull me back into her room, " Sim! Saavi! Please help me. This would create a huge mess. "

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!]

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.

"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