Novel & Cerita Pretty Savage

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.

She looked out at the horizon, where the sun was dipping below the edge of the world. "I spent so long building armor, Cyprian. I turned my heart into a calculator. I turned my words into knives. I became a savage because the world was a jungle." "And you survived the jungle," Cyprian said. "You became the apex predator." "I did," Vespera agreed. She reached up and touched the earrings she was wearing. They were sharp, geometric diamonds—part of her "war paint." Slowly, deliberately, she unclasped them. She placed the sharp diamonds on the railing.

“You’re hurt,” I said as we entered the cave and I saw a large bloody gash down Darius’ back. All the wolves had switched back to men, and in all their nude glory had walked back to the camp to gather their furs and leather clothes. “It’s nothing,” Darius said as he bent before me to grab his pants. The firmness of his ass bent right before me, caused my breath to catch in the back of my throat. “I think I should clean that up,” I offered. “You don’t want that wound to get infected.”

His eyes turned hungry and I always love that feral look on his face. "Now be a good boy and let's have some crazy savage fuck. I wanna scream Ashton, I want something savage and crazy, I want your family to know that I'm fucking you and I would definitely throw you out!" I scoffed, grabbed his pants in one quick motion and yanked it down, ripping some of the fabric in the process.

“My face is ugly! It’s ugly! it’s ugly! It’s ugly! Everything is over! Leave me alone! I want to die! I want to die!” “Don’t say that sweetie” Her mother cried, trying to get her to calm down but Sakura was unwilling. She screamed louder and louder, dragging the sheets with her mother. “I’m ugly mum! I’m ugly! What is there to live for now? I just want to die! I want to die! Kill me now mother! Just kill me! Put me out of this misery!” She pushed her mum away and started tearing the sheets to pour out her anger. She threw down the pillows and pushed the table beside her, making all the objects crash to the floor.

I didn’t even look at him. My gaze stayed locked on the door behind him, the hallway where her scent lingered like silk wrapped chains around my throat. It pulled, pulled and pulled. “Move,” I growled. “No.” His tone was steel. “You need to calm down first.” My gaze snapped to him, and I could barely see through the haze clouding my head. "I am calm." "No you are not. Look at yourself.” I looked down. My hands were shaking. My veins burned. My claws had slipped out fully without me realizing. I was barely holding myself together. The shift hovered just beneath the surface, waiting to rip through me.

Aiden has no option but to retaliate and shed blood to save his people. In all this f*cked up situation. What was her fault? Why was she being crushed? From all this time she knew Aiden she had come to a conclusion he wasn't a psychopath. They don't feel any emotion and possess zero empathy. Aiden wasn't like that. He cared for his people and fought for them.

I yelled out of frustration. "Don't fucking yell at me I could've left you there to die! I could've let him rape you and kill you. If I wanted to I could've waited till he killed you so that you could kill him and collect the money my damn self!" He yelled as his eyes darkened. Dylan's a very attractive man but when he gets angry like this it's incredibly scary. He almost looks like a different person, he gets so infuriated that he can't control his impulses. But at this point I had nothing to loose