Pretty Savage Novels & Stories

James yelled his vein bulging out Diana ignored him and kicked the vase nearby, James almost lose control but he managed to control himself He watched as Diana moved to their room, her loud steps, and growling She opened the door to the door entered and banged it "I'm gonna teach you a lesson" he muttered to himself and look at the items she kicked, the anger he was trying to control before exploding "Godammit, do you know how much this cost, you woman are gonna…." "Go Fuck Yourself!!" He heard Diana screamed from the room

Right towards his and my father’s gym. “You’re going the wrong way.” “You want to act like a slut, then I’ll treat you like one.” “I’m not a slut.” I mutter under my breath. I’d never been with anyone. He scoffs. “Could’ve fooled me.” “I’m a virgin. How can I be a slut when I’ve never been fucked by a man. That’s why I came to you a few days ago. I want it to be you. It has to be you.” Vance swerves to the side of the road and slams on the brakes. “Repeat the part where you say you’re a virgin. I must be hearing things.”

I can see how much he wants me, the tip of his cock poking out the top of the band of his shorts already glistening with pre cum. “Did you like me acting like a savage?” I breathe his eyes glinting amber as he nods, unable to voice a response. “I like you being a savage as well … alpha,” I purr and I see him snap whatever control he had. He grips my ankle tight pulling my leg taught whilst his other hand unleashes his claws he trails them from my mouth, down my neck before he adds more pressure splitting the fabric of my sports bra so my breasts bounce freely my nipples already peaked as I gasp for air. Fuck.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.

My breaths came in ragged gasps, each one punctuated by an expletive, as the sensations overwhelmed me. “Sonofabitch! So fucking good! Mmmmnnnn...” I cried out, the words escaping my lips uncontrollably, followed by a long, deep sigh of bliss. Just as he had done before and as he often did, Marius paid no heed to my words. Instead, he continued his relentless assault on my senses. His determination was both thrilling and maddening. The onslaught of emotions surged within me, each more confusing and overwhelming than the last. It was as if he was exacting some kind of delicious revenge, and this was his chosen method of retribution.

It was a weapon. Julian Vance wasn't just a monster. A monster was obvious. A monster bared its teeth and warned you to stay away. Julian was a snake in green grass. He could mimic humanity so flawlessly that you wouldn't feel the bite until his fangs were already buried in your throat. He was showing me exactly how easily he could manipulate the people I loved. He was proving that he could control Sienna's perception of him with nothing more than a smile and a plate of food.

It’s time to end the fun. I walked towards the sleeping Antonio, slapped him hard, waking him from slumber. “W-what?” He stammered. Without saying a word I started to skin Antonio alive which was a lot more fun than I expected it to be. Him, not passing out was a bonus since I love to hear his scream of suffering and his cries of pain. But before I could peel off the last of his skin he peacefully let go of his life. Which is sad in context not that I could feel anything for him. I then chopped him into small pieces for them to be able to fit in the grinding machine, just leaving his blood-covered skin on the table. And his head.

I screamed. But my words fell on deaf ears. The screams he didn't even try to halt. The screams of my pain and misery. The screams of my innocence being ripped apart. The screams of battling a monster. But I was a frail girl, and he was a devil incarnate, a savage brute who mangled my honour and shattered every ounce of my dignity. I bled on that damn table. I bled on the tattered remains of my gown. I bled inside and out.

The attack was hellish, making the car scream in protest. “Shut the bloody fuck up, or I’ll kill you before I kill those goddamned flies, fuck!” he snapped back, his voice fierce. His anger was palpable. The expression on his face turned beast-like, chilling and terrifying enough to silence me immediately. Despite the chaos of driving, he kept glancing back at unconscious Sofia, as if he were a mother watching over her sleeping infant. I understood his worry completely. Martello would kill anyone who harmed his child. If a beast bowed its head to someone, you should fear that person because they were meant to be left untouched. Even if Ivanos was going to die, a scratch must not touch the ch

“Yeah, me too! I want something wild. Something completely out of character. Sex in public, maybe? I've been a good girl for too long. Oh, how I want my Alpha crush would appear out of nowhere and have his way with me.” “Alpha crush?” I asked hastily, knowing they'd have to face me shortly. How the hell was I supposed to know what I wanted when I haven't even experienced sex itself? “Alpha Leon. Have you guys heard of him?” Layla nodded. “The pure-blood? I heard he is dangerous. People get scared shitless just from the mention of his name. They call him Savage Alpha, the bringer of death because that's what he does. He kills.” I leaned in closer, my curiosity in the story unexpectedly piqued