Savage Short Aesthetic Quotes Novels & Stories

• Ostia, Rome • ◇ MYKAELA ◇ Maybe this was what Miles meant when he told me, "Savagery is the default state of humanity." From outside, the house didn't look old or dilapidated. Not at all. Just a bit lonely. Sad. Too quiet.

Not caring if he sounded like a giddy schoolboy, he gestured animatedly as he explained his technique, his voice brimming with passion. "I love the way you capture the light and shadows," Savanna interjected, her eyes fixed on a vibrant landscape painting. "It's like I'm standing right there, in the middle of the scene." Abel beamed, his heart pounding with delight. He had never felt so appreciated, so understood. Savanna's words were like a warm embrace, enveloping him in a comforting aura. "You should paint me," Savanna suggested playfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Abel's smile froze on his face. He had never painted a person before, and the thought of capturing someone's likeness

He arrived last night together with Sane’s Auntie Maru. “What?” he asked, confusion plastered across his face. "Ha?" "Selfishness varies on how you define it and how you see the situation." Sane fell silent. He probably didn’t realize that he asked the question, not just in his mind. He didn’t say anything, but Hunter continued talking. "What is selfish for you might not be selfish for other people. There is no absolute truth for selfishness, at least in my opinion. Just like beauty. Parang beauty lang din. You define it and set your own boundaries and standards for it."

Even though the words were unformed and looked so weak, Sabrina still recognized that it was Yvonne's handwriting at a glance. Yvonne's usual handwriting was very similar to her, so her handwriting was very playful. However, at that moment, the playful words looked so weak and hopeless. That letter read, 'Sabrina, I'm leaving. Don't look for me. It doesn't matter if I am alive or dead anymore. I once unintentionally saw some philosophers' quotes, and most of them said something like, Everybody is born to suffer in this world. I didn't believe it in the past. I felt that those were just pretentious words, and they were just making a fuss about nothing and being show-offs.'

aisa dekha nahi khoobsurat koi jism jaise Ajanta ki moorat koi jism jaise nigaahoN pe jaadoo koi jism naghma koi, jism khushboo koi jism jaise machalti hui raagini jism jaise mehakti hui chaandni jism jaise ke khiltaa hua ek chaman jism jaise sooraj ki pehli kiran jism hua dilkash-o-dil-nasheeN sandali sandalee..marmari marmaree.. I have never seen anyone so beautiful her body is like some statue of Ajanta Caves her body is like a spell on eyes

Let them think I was desperate, let them underestimate me. The clearing smelled of pine resin and roasting meat when I arrived. Fires burned in pits, rogues lounged on logs, bottles in hand, eyes tracking me like wolves scenting fresh kill. I walked straight through them, chin up, hips rolling, letting every one of them imagine what I looked like naked. Let them look, let them want, because I know wanting makes men stupid.

" I take what Kanye says into serious consideration because everything that he said was the truth. Not many of us have real friends that you'll ride with to the end, not me atleast. I have no friends, the only people I have ever considered a true friend are mass murderers and I'm currently on my way to snitch on them so I guess I'm not a real friend either. My concentration broke as a black suv pulled up beside me. I tried to keep a blank face and not turn around, acting as though I was too tuned into my music to notice them.

Awan explained sadly. “O... Ok.” Anggun felt uneasy. “I’m sorry.” He dropped his head. “I want...” She said. ”Harem.” She became blushed. Awan remained silent. “Frankly, I hate men. They always harass me by calling me bitch, prostitute, bimbo, etc, every time I ignore them. They are real garbage! How dare such a bunch of disgusting garbage harass me like that! Do they ever think that it’s inhumane?! So that’s why, I will make all men worship me, have them have a plastic surgery, and serve me every time!” She exclaimed.

Sage breathed heavily before responding, "We have to practice more so you won't experience the after effects. It was like being an athlete, where you need to practice every day. I hope I'm being clear now, Sophie. And you will start taking this seriously. You are a powerful hybrid. Don't let your doubt and stupid judgment say otherwise. Am I clear?" "Yes, I get it now, Sage!" She might as well take things seriously now like a good writer, who was in a good mood, like a writer that writes words that are like excellent wine and sweet music; words that contain more therapeutic medicine than all the drugs created by man. Like they were clear water over rocks, like a refuge in any hurricane. Like

Brows lifted. Savage gave him a derisive look. You’ve no idea what you’re talking about. “Perhaps not a topic you wish to discuss.” The tankard scraped as Savage resumed sliding it. “I know you hate when we ask about your business.” “Then don’t do it.” Savage cautioned tonelessly. “My curiosity insists I do.” I haven’t the patience for this tonight. “A curious assassin is usually soon a dead one.” “True.” Nauvree frowned. “Still…”