Savage Rumors Quotes Novels & Stories

I laugh as he punches me in the gut and I bend, gasping for breath, when he grabs me by my hair and forces my head back. “You bitch! You will pay for that. I wonder if Savage will want you after I take you. But then again, it wouldn’t matter. You are …” “Damaged goods, yeah, yeah. We know. Besides, I wouldn’t want your disease riddled little dick near me. You see, Savage is a real man, baby. You know what happened to the men who raped me? Imagine what will happen to you.” I cackle like I’m crazy. He looks at me, unsure. Oh, doubt. How I love seeing that look.

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.

"Which is why the Saints have been scrambling for new suppliers. They're vulnerable right now, desperate enough to work with anyone who can deliver." The explanation seemed to satisfy him, and she saw his features relax slightly. But she also noticed how his hand had moved closer to the pistol holstered beneath his suit jacket. "You're very well informed," he observed. "Tell me, how long were you actually working with Savage? Because your story about the grieving girlfriend looking for answers is starting to seem rather... convenient." The question was a trap, and they both knew it. Raven felt sweat beading on her forehead despite the cool air conditioning. This was the moment her carefully

“Don’t mock me. The truth is, if I get a chance to escape this hell, I will, without a second thought. But I’d rather be here with enemies I know than with ones I don’t.” “You’re right about me chasing you. It won’t be fun. It’s just that next time it won’t be a chase. I’ll really kill you if you run away, Sia. If you say he didn’t leave a message, then I’ll just find out who he worked for. I heard you saved Ivanos…” My eyes flickered. My curiosity was piqued. Bullshit! Like hell I’d save his men. What a fucking joke. “Did he tell you that? I didn’t save him. I only did my part because I didn’t want to die in an accident before I got my revenge.”

I screamed, lunging forward. With a sharp crack, the sapphire crystal face shattered instantly, sending delicate parts flying everywhere. My heart shattered along with it. Even my livestream followers were stunned by her madness. The chat went completely silent at that moment. "See that? That's how much you mean to him. Worthless!" Cassidy laughed like a maniac while grinding the broken watch face beneath her sharp stiletto heel. "Why do you treasure this worthless piece of junk so much?" "I'll kill you!" I charged at her, tackled her to the ground, and rained down punches.

Sane knew the guy too much. Niko was not the sanest member of The Dotish. But no one was really sane in The Dotish in the first place. They talked about avocado dreams, beautiful girls, how bad Miss Reyes' singing, mashed potatoes, moms, why Mrs. Roffeus baked a lot and every single thing Sane didn't really understand. No wonder the band had so much chemistry. Birds with the same feather really did flock together.

Sol Ming closed her eyes, and after a while she sat up from lying down, messing with her hair and a series of words came out from her mouth without fear to be heard. “What the hell is wrong with this guy?” He is a savage man who eats people’s meat... “Who wants to have a baby with him?” He is too young to have slept with someone...and so is her body. “Is he going to force me his way with me again?” He already did something unforgivable!

When I emerge from the water, a swarm of reporters surrounds me, shoving their microphones in my face. "Wow, is that a good thing? Did I score high? I can't see the scoreboard or hear the announcer," I ask, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "Ms. Savage, how does it feel to be a newcomer and already have the highest score on the leaderboard in just your second weekend in the sport?" one reporter asks. "It feels surreal, I must admit," I reply. "Dakoda Savage!" a tall man with long blond hair calls my name. "Yes?" I respond.

“I’m not scared of death.” “Aren’t you?” I smiled at her coyly. The same kind that made her mad. “Everyone is scared to die, Sofia.” “You’re a bully. You just enjoy toying with me.” “Didn’t you know? It’s my hobby.” I teased her. “Now, are you going to tell me the truth about your background or do I have to force it out of you?” I applied more of my weight into her body, my cock turned harder, balls tight. “I have a lot of ideas for you. They don’t call me a Savage Alpha for nothing.”

Specter began, his tone serious. I couldn’t help but tsk in disbelief. "What?" he asked, pausing. "I’m just hearing this from you. I don’t follow breaking news on TV, so forgive me if I’m surprised to learn that I’m the prime suspect. Is there any credible evidence to support this claim, or are you simply here to interrogate me based on public speculation?"