Savage Taurus Quotes Novels & Stories

Then: "You sound happier than you have in weeks." "I feel happier." "Because of the murder wolf." "Because I'm not alone anymore." The words came out before I could stop them. "I know that sounds crazy. I know all of this sounds crazy. But Ro... I feel safer with him here than I've felt in a long time." "That's either the sweetest thing I've ever heard or the opening line of a true crime documentary." I laughed. "Probably both." "Just... be careful, okay? He's still a wild animal. He could still hurt you."

Dad says sternly. “You're Dakoda Savage. The girl who's fearless in everything she does. The one who walked and talked before she was 6 months old. The one who's so damn smart that teachers ask you to tutor them. So, don't you dare let a little thing called competition get the better of you because you're just as good, if not better, than any of those other girls. Do you hear me, Dakota Lane Savage?" “Yes, sir, loud and clear." The guys all have big smiles on their faces.

The yellow spotlights from up ahead made the sand sparkle in the pit. Two warriors battled it out in the pit. Both wore only grey sweatpants. Their naked torsos shimmered from the beads of perspiration and blood oozing out of their wounds. One held a mace, and the man was built like a barrel, thick and brawny. His wide face held a visceral expression as he thumped his chest in rage. Blood oozed from a deep gash on his right cheek. “Boulder! Boulder!” The crowd echoed behind him as he raised his mace and nodded his huge head.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.

Senator Savage fuming "You little brat! You know very well why I am quiet. But trust me. Nothing last forever. So mind your tongue around me" "Tsk tsk tsk! Savage Savage Savage. I heard you are snooping around my offices and my businesses. I don't know what you are searching for but we both know you won't find it" "I have other ways Jayden" Savage said angrily. "I know. You can't teach an old crook a new trick after all, he is always full of shit. But don't forget I hold the aces. All of them. So stay away from me and my business and all will be well"

Surrounded by paparazzi, Tiffany reveled in the spotlight she was once used to. She answered the questions elegantly, “The video clips are all true. If you still don’t believe me, kindly have a look at the cuts on my hands.” As she spoke, she showed the blisters in her palms to the cameras and continued, We’ve all done things we’re not proud of in the past, no matter if it was my manager or even myself. I went to the village to experience the most authentic way of living in hopes of cleansing my soul, and I also hope that I can help more people in need.

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.

“Please tell me you’re here for a social call and not to annoy me about Willem Kazik’s whereabouts.” Reaper shrugs, and Savage gives me a deadly glare that would probably scare anyone else. “This shit is serious, Priest.” He calls out with a contemptuous frown. “I knew I should have killed that bastard when I had the chance. Fuck!” He growls out, turning towards the garage’s metal wall, kicking it hard.

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.