Savage Short Aesthetic Quotes Novels & Stories

Dylan urges and emphasizes on the last word. We shift into our wolf forms and run,leaving dead bodies and the injured behind. What's that quote that they always say about revenge? Something along the lines of : "love is sweet but revenge is sweeter." They were right about that! ____________________________________ Hope

But when justice has failed you, when the system turns its back, sometimes you have to make your own rules. The interior of the Broken Spoke was exactly what she'd expected from weeks of surveillance: a haze of smoke hanging beneath low ceilings, pool tables surrounded by men wearing kuttes emblazoned with the Savage Saints' insignia—a grinning skull wearing a halo, with crossed switchblades beneath it. Women moved through the crowd like predators themselves, dressed in little more than scraps of fabric and too much makeup, their eyes hard with the kind of experience that came from surviving in a world where violence was currency.

An ideal world where no competition is allowed, only a crowd, which despite being exhausted, is relentless when it comes to one day reaching the standards of beauty that belong to them. That is why, tonight, I choose to challenge everything he believes in by clinging to the theory that yes, aesthetic beauty is certainly attractive, but over time, one will need something more to keep the admiration burning like a flame. This may be intelligence, charismas, or a lost soul for those who love to mend one. The pity being that, most of the time, this becomes a rip-off. For when plunging into the depths of another, one may be startled to discover that our pure desire does not match at all with our

'If this guy thinks I'm scared of him, he better think twice. "You will beg for me to kill you once I'm done with you." He said crouching making him and me on eye level. His eyes were surrounded by disgust and hatred, I never understood what was the concept of other people hating others because of their gender preference. You shouldn't hate nor judge someone because of their preference, they are just being themselves, and for that nobody should be afraid because of it. Just, embrace it. "Really now?" I said in a sarcastic tone. A.K. A, my language.

One afternoon, I try to map it—journal-style, brutally honest. Not what am I good at? Not where am I useful? But: What do I want that has nothing to do with being needed? The page stays blank for a long time. That scares me. Then, slowly, words come. Not ambitions. Not plans. Sensations. I want slowness without justification. I want beauty that doesn’t serve a point. I want to choose something because it delights me—not because it stabilizes others. These wants feel almost transgressive. As if pleasure without function requires permission.

I splash around in the water and it ripples brown currents from the disturbed soil under. "Are you crazy?" Chideziri bellows, well on his own path to craziness. I turn and spray water at him with my palms cupped together to form a spade. He is wet, through and through, from feet to chest, and is glowering down at me. "Is that really a question?" I snicker. Craziness is a prerequisite for awesomeness. Not everyone you see walking on the road is aware of that. I don't mean crazy-crazy, straitjacket needing kind of crazy. That's a bad kind. I am talking about the good kind of crazy.

and ugh it's all the same — melanin & fuckin melanin @wanna-make-cam-my-fam ok firstly just listen to me u uncultured swine, she is fuckin beautiful and she always has been beautiful. I RMB seeing her in this cafe she always goes to — she has a very sassy nature and she seems like a genuinely good person (she ended toxic masculine mentality in two minutes and i almost ended up spitting out my coffee xD ) @camramintome AND HONESTLY, if she wants to *remove* you, you would probably be lying in pieces all over the Pacific ocean bed so like keep ur filthy opinions to urself fuckhead

They ambled down to reveal something even more shocking: The young man was wearing black silk stockings and open-toed high heels that revealed his pink pedicure. Javier could not bear to look beyond that. If he looked any more, the culture shock might make him throw up. It would be very embarrassing if he threw up on the young man too. The flamboyant young man was, however, not self-conscious at all. He strode toward Suzanne, adding, “Now, beautiful. Before you think I was being unkind…I wasn’t. I don’t give a hoot about what most people think. I personally believe a lone blossom in a field of tragedy has its own beauty and passion, unrivaled by boring, cliché, feel-good gardens. There’s an

"Let her breathe, idiot." Van was yanked away from me, then Cade stood before me. I attempted to scan the room, but found a wall of bodies surrounding me. How was it possible that all of this hotness existed in one group of friends? Every. Single. One. Wasn't there always at least one ugly one? Or was that just for women? "What's in the box?" Jax asked with a jerk of his chin. Jeez, he’s pretty. "Is that butterscotch I smell?" Van asked.

“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