Pretty Savage Novels & Stories

"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. "

Sasha started to check my body searching for any possible scars. " I don't know what he wants. I don't think our meeting is intentional. He has been him, saying things about how I grew up into a beautiful and hot woman and stuff. I could not fight back. I could not punch him even when he invaded my personal space. His scent made me want to throw up. Everything that happened in the past came back in a glimpse. I was frightened." "I will kill him." Her statement made me wanted to laugh. Even I thought of doing that damn thing like for thousand times. I couldn't even bring my hands to push him.

ALEXANDER Finding Isabella being harassed by that guy almost drove me crazy, seeing his filthy hands on her almost made me tear his head off, I wanted to kill him, I wanted to beat him until it was engraved in his mind that he should never do something similar, I wanted to break each one of his fingers just for holding her and I only managed to restrain myself because I had Isabella close and I didn't want to scare her, I think she wouldn't be ok seeing so much violence after what her dad did to her.

Julian smirked as he sat opposite his friend. Everett was silent for a while as pondered something with his gaze on Julian. “So… the money that was offered to you is more important than Alpha Austin Radford's life, huh? Come on, what has come over you, Julian? When did you suddenly become homicidal, huh? If someone told me that my friend would agree to do such a thing, I wouldn't have believed it. Disappointed, you're the one telling me this by yourself without shame. I'm disappointed in you, Julian.” Everett spat out every word with anger as he pointed at Julian with his index finger.

The warm, teasing man who had shared awkward breakfasts with her was gone—replaced by something darker, ruthless, primal. “You touched what’s mine,” Aariz’s voice was like fire under ice. He picked up a steel rod from the corner and smashed it against the ground, the sound ringing through the warehouse. The men flinched, but he only stepped closer, towering. “Who sent you?” They refused to speak.

Not that I’m ungrateful but if one man can do this much damage, what does he need assistance defeating. “You’ll see.” Savage gave an uncharacteristic grin. Disseus didn’t appreciate his cryptic demeanor, but he was too thankful just now to object. However, he did note the broad grin on the generally severe, assassin’s face. “You seem unusually cheerful...” “I love killing Cimmerii.” Savage grinned. Revealing vibrant white teeth. “Can’t ever get enough of it. And you rarely see a cluster like that.” He was nearly beaming. “They’re after her.” Disseus pointed with sheath toward Nim.