Royal Savage By Victoria Ashley Novels & Stories

“I can have anything you want changed--.” “No, nothing needs to be changed. It’s absolutely perfect.” I smiled softly, giggling as I descended the porch stairs, towards the massive set of double doors that led inside. They were smooth and cold to the touch, made from a thick sort of metal. I turned towards Asher, “What happened to living simply, taking no more than what we needed?” “That changed when my mate became the Queen of all Vampires, and when a group of idiots thought it’d be a good idea to try and assassinate her.” He snarled softly, his firm grip on my hips was more for his sake than my own.

Bailey Harmony wore her hair dark brown, with several different shades of brown highlighted throughout and long. It stopped just shy of her waistline and draped beautifully over ample breasts, which I seriously considered paying money to replicate. Her waist tapered in, only to flare out into her hips, and the outfit she wore accentuated it all. Her skin was a rich caramel color, and she had eyes the lightest shade of brown. I’d met her that night because I was, unknowingly, on a date with her boyfriend. My birthday was in two days, and he wanted to celebrate early.

With all the grand decorations and the presence of the royalties, this is not bad for the day of fiesta. Cassey Timmerhaus rode on her horse, a swift and elegant black mare. Cassey is wearing an equestrian uniform in light pink color. Her mother chose that color for her. Her silky black hair was tied on a clean bun, exposing her sharp jaws. Noblewomen who prejudiced her for having black hair and eyes were infatuated to her sword- cut features, and often compare her side profile with their lovers. The esteemed Lady Ashanti wasn’t pleased with those reactions. Her maidservants noticed.

"Each time you find something even more valuable than the last. The only other Royal Violet Crystal in existence is worth 600 million!" "Indeed, the Royal Violet Crystal is considered nobility among gems," Aspen stated, finally relaxing. "Though mine isn't quite as valuable as the one Christina mentioned, this small piece is more than enough to cover all my previous losses." She turned toward Andrew, waiting for Elsie to declare her the winner. Elsie could only smile wryly—the comparison between Aspen's Royal Violet Crystal and Andrew's worthless stone could not have been more stark.

With a slow, confident smile, Anastasia extended her manicured hand. “Anastasia, Damon’s girlfriend ” Ivy didn’t flinch she took in a deep breath and calmed her racing heart she even smiled while she accepted Anastasia's handshake. "Nice to meet you but I am not a house girl " ivy said bluntly. That threw Anastasia off a little. “What? Then who are you ?? ” Anastasia asked with annoyance written all over her face. The moment she had stepped in she had felt threatened by ivy unusually beautiful face the fact that she wasn't putting on any layer of makeup and was dressed in a simple white dress didn't hinder her beauty at all in fact she looked so unreal like a fairy.

He looked directly into the camera, his eyes seeming to bore into mine. “Hello, brother,” his recorded voice said, smooth and mocking. “I do hope you’re not too disappointed. I couldn't risk you interrupting my actual business, after all.” He took a slow sip of his whiskey. “Rico was a gift, you know. A necessary sacrifice. So loyal, so predictable. The perfect bait to draw the great King of Ashes out of his castle.” A cold dread, far worse than anything I’d felt on the rooftop, began to creep up my spine. This wasn’t the main event. This was a diversion.

Alayla snarls, her tone equal to the snarl that Samson had. “Look, Prince Asmodeus, I appreciate you coming by the check on me for my sister, but let’s get one thing straight. If you try to sink those fangs into me, I’ll rip them out of your mouth,” I growl. “Custos Regni, the scent of your blood is intoxicating. But it’s not your blood that is singing to me,” he says, his eyes moving behind me. I turn and see Meadow coming up, her eyes focused on Prince Asmodeus.

I will take everything they treasure and hold dear. Asher couldn't hold back the sob that erupted from the depths of his soul when he finished that page. It actually fucking hurts. There were so many places she vividly described fantasies where she wanted to hurt Asher as a baby. His stupid crying pissed her off.. The fact that he was so needy. those sketches.... Asher felt his heart clench. He had always suspected he was too needy, and now that Victoria reiterated it, his heart trembled. Nobody would ever want someone so clingy and needy.

Of course, the cleavage is visible. The long skirt I wore was also modest but had a long slit at the back, so I could walk. Half of my thighs can be seen from behind as I step forward. I made my straight hair wavy and my lipstick was thick and waterproof. So that later my lipstick won't fade easily if Anthony and El kiss me. "If I have time, I want to enter you on the work table." Whispered El in my ear. I chuckled softly if he could. I know what kind of person Anthony is. He can eliminate anyone who is his competitor. Will he act like he did before with his son?

I turned my gaze back to the sports car. Suddenly, the door opened. Mustapha stepped out, looking ghastly. His all-black outfit made him appear as if he had just come from a funeral. His black obsidian hair was slicked back, save for a few bangs that hung over his forehead. His face was exceptionally pale, and heavy bags under his eyes made him look like a walking ghost. He was smoking a regular cigar while holding a gun and a knife. Truth be told, Mustapha was the most dangerously handsome among Martello's men, despite his bored demeanor. Although his average height made me look like a fragile man, he was a total freak. A fucking maniac that they called him.