Pretty Savage Novels & Stories

Not when I know that every word coming out of his mouth is a blatant lie. “Let's free your arms,” he suggests, wincing in a mockery of sympathy. “I'm sure you can't be comfortable.” He shakes his head, “It's a shame they left you like this all night? These men are savages. I can't believe they'd let you suffer like this.”

Confusing Jerk! He looks like a different scary beast ready to tear me into pieces. He is already doing so with his vicious glare. A beast I have never seen racks before me, his eyes piercing through my mind in a deadly glare. A beast that would scare the fuck out of the devil himself. He is furiously raging, not with desire, but anger? Resentment? Why?

I look back at Hunter, who is still cradling Fern she looks bad and way too pale. "Yes, let us get mama some stuff," We spend an hour getting carts apon carts of stuff the remaining Claw Pack members need. Ryder is eating slowly as we drive off, and Fern managed a few sips of gatorade. Pulling up to a stop light, I see Nix with men, and my men stop driving as I hop out. "Tyler Savage",he mocks me. "Nix bitch boy",His cock smile drops. "You're not taking my pack from me, he steps closer as Savage takes over. They are mine to rule. "A loud roar leaves my mouth as we clash together. I punch him hard, sending him flying into a tree.

His face was almost pretty, but everything else about him, from the scar over his right eyebrow and his broad shoulders to the massive hands that inflicted so much pain in the ring, screamed violence. The juxtaposition just made him that much hotter to me. This man was deadly. In more ways than one. His hair was in that man bun that drove me insane, and those amber eyes had two permanent creases between them, making him look every bit of the bad boy that he was. I didn’t stand a chance. He cocked an eyebrow at my obvious gawking, I’m sure, and I snapped out of my daze. “Drinking on the job, Mr. Savage? I don’t think that’s very professional.” I let my purse slide down my arm and drop to the

Maren threw the silk blanket aside and scrambled back against the tufted headboard, her heart hammering in her chest. She refused to cower before the silhouette standing over the wooden crib like a predator in the dark. "Are you out of your mind, standing over us like some sort of sociopath?" she demanded, her voice trembling from the lingering terror of her nightmare.

Savage, “You did well!” Silas said, making me give him a side glance as I drove my car to his pack territory to drop him off first before heading home. “My name might be Savage, but I promise you I wasn’t given that nickname because I act like a damn brainless barbaric. I can be civilized and interact with people without hitting my head and growling at them.” I said sarcastically, and the male chuckled wholeheartedly and his entire body shook from the force of it and I almost rolled my eyes at his silly antics.

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared

The unknown vampire states harshly and vanishes, leaving Samantha overtaken with rage. "I'm not weak! I'm not a Loser!!! Those who don't sympathise with humanity are the real losers and weak!! Stupid!!" Samantha goes bonkers, veins all over her neck and head bulgs out as she unleashes more terrifying shrieks. Suddenly, she detects a sound nearby. She immediately dashes against the source of the speedy rustles, and discovers a wild boar making its way towards her as well. Samantha tackles it with animalistic greed, eyes glows similar to the hue of blood, aiming her fangs directly on the boar's throat. In a flash, she breaks its gullet off and hauls it out of its neck in one brutal move.

The leader yelled; the boys held me again, tightly this time. "Bitch, did I not just say that I don't like that word?! Now shut the fuck up before I suck your dick and bite that shit off." I yelled. The Puerto Rican and Dominican blood in me kicked in and I started getting hot. "You better shut up, before you get hurt faggot." The leader said, Adrien still seemed shocked from what's happening. I had a small sadistic smirk on my face, my eyes just filled with hatred. "Do your worst"

"I've never met a woman with a loud laugh before. So, rest assured, we've never met in the past!" Arrogant, self-centered, obnoxious pig...that's my first impression of this hrmmm annoyingly gorgeous ass!