Savage Rumors Quotes Novels & Stories

I didn't give a damn; I'd rub it in his face if it meant getting under his skin. "I would rather pluck out my eyes than attend your stupid party," he hissed, stepping out of the shower and I did the same. "Get over yourself," I scoffed, drying my hair with a towel. "That wasn't an invitation. I don't need a fucking homophobic idiot at my party, anyway." "Maybe you should lock your father away in a cage then," he smirked, flashing me a wicked grin. "Because I sure as hell knows he would rather take his own life than support a faggot son."

Conversations about my past as an influencer were distorted and expanded, turning my private life into a sensationalist story. "You don't believe these ridiculous rumors, do you?" Alexandre asked with a worried look. I smiled at him, feeling grateful for his unwavering support. "Of course not," I replied with conviction. "I know who I am and where I came from, and I will not allow these malicious rumors to shake me."

She bumped into someone by mistake and she apologized but the person held her hands back. "What Is it?" Samantha asked angrily. "I said I'm sorry," she said staring at the person but unable to see because of the blackout and how dark it was. "Do you remember what the sisters said?" The person said and she was trying to recognize the voice as she had heard it from somewhere. It dawned on her and she remembered what the sisters had said to her. "Don't mention Nirvana and you'll be saved, if you go against this, you'll be killed by just bumping into a fellow criminal like yourself," they had said.

“Your face might be a deceptive mask, but your frame is built for a warrior. I have half a mind to extinguish the torches and find out exactly what else you are hiding under those rags.” I told myself he was testing my reactions until his hand reached out and smashed the glowing crystal sconce against the wall, plunging the entire chamber into absolute, pitch-black darkness. My stomach dropped into a bottomless pit. He wasn't playing. I bit my tongue, hissing under my breath, “The rumors didn't do you justice you truly are a lawless savage.”

You already ugly, no sleep would change those bags under your eyes🤭 My idiot❤️: Lying does not suit you. You: Whatever, be in denial. I bet you checking your bags in the mirror. My idiot❤️: Boi, if you don't shut up. You: Is that sass I sense?? My idiot❤️: Maybe you do, maybe you don't.Who knows🤷🏼‍♂️ You: I will smack the sass right out of you with the chancla!!👏🏼👏🏼

The music is so loud we can’t hear each other speak but mind links are still useful. I admitted. Samantha laughed in my mind. I tell her. Samantha sounded shocked.

Every photo showed how happy they were. The photos were making a statement: She fell for Julian, a man she should not have loved, and she would not stop loving him as she was in too deep. Everyone was touched by her music and lyrics. She was such an innocent woman, and she truly loved Julian… The music became more intense as Tiffany sang in a higher pitch: “Rumors are loud, it deafens the happiness, loud and destructive! I’m tired, and I merely asked for a simple life. Is that wrong?”

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

Her voice drew me out of my internal rant. "I'm a quick learner, kind of similar to a photographic memory if I see something enough times and concentrate hard enough. It's not always that easy, though. Usually never that easy. I mean, I can remember any recipe after I cooked it once and I graduated top of my class from Rice University, but I never tried any type of fighting, so I didn't know it would happen. Plus, I told him I had it, and I asked him not to get mad, but I should have known he would because technically, he never actually said he wouldn't, I just assumed and—"

“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