Savage Short Aesthetic Quotes Novels & Stories

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

“I feel like I’m becoming one of you. Like I belong. For the first time in my life, I truly feel as if I belong.” “We’re wolves,” Elias said with a chuckle. “I know. But I still feel it,” I said as I stood on unsteady legs. With the help of the ale giving me courage, and my overwhelming sense of freedom, I shed my clothes as I stood before the fire. I didn’t care that the men looked on as I did so. I didn’t care that I was drunk again and clearly acting as a lady shouldn’t. I wanted to be wild and have full abandon. I wanted to be animalistic like these men I sat with. I wanted to feel alive as the blood pulsed through my veins.

savages. Another guffaw around her that made her glue her ears to her head in embarrassment. -Innocent puppy. That's what the alphas always say to keep control- the brown she-wolf got up, but she couldn't advance much, as they all didn't have much range of movement given the leashes around her neck- We savages as you call us are wolves that after living in the wild and surviving by our own means, afraid of being attacked we have become stronger thanks to our instinct. Any one of us... can kill one of your useless and controlling alphas.

So, I’m hungry and wet, not to mention miserable. How did I end up becoming a savage? If only my mother could see me now. ‘At least you’re not a rouge, Anja.’ ‘Are you sure about that? We’re out in the wilderness all alone, Asha. I think that makes us rogue.’ Asha rolls her eyes but doesn’t respond. Slowly, I creep towards the small Deer grazing under the oak tree. I don’t know why I have the urge to tear it to pieces and feast on its insides, but I do.

he yelled, his voice cutting through the clamour. Adam's wolf—Savage—was a blur of motion, cutting through opponents like they were nothing. His jaws snapped, claws raked, and foes fell before him. He lived up to his name, a whirlwind of destruction. For a moment, I considered that Savage might just be wolf enough to take on Havoc if it ever came to that—a thought both unsettling and oddly reassuring. "You're wasting your time," Sebastian shouted from across the chamber, a smug expression creeping back onto his face. "Even if you get past us, you'll never reach her in time!"