Savannah Michaels Novels & Stories

“I knew he would turn you into a beauty.” “Thank You,” I stretched my hands to her, “I'm Savannah. Savannah Millers,” she held out her hands and shook mine. “I'm Janelle. Janelle Carson”

she thought to herself as she headed towards where she was assigned for the day. As she entered the milling center, the maid who had come to meet her the other night under the tree rushed forward to welcome her. “You are back” the maid smiled broadly. “Yes, I am back and I will need you to be my arms and legs just as you have promised” she responded. “Just let me know when you need me” the maid stated happily. “And what is your name?” she asked. “Ava” the maid answered. Amy smirked “Ava, that’s a beautiful name” before they both marched into the center.

Savannah isn't happy with how she looks, she's convinced that she looks like a whale but she looks absolutely beautiful and I'm shocked when I feel a little pang of envy in me, it's not because she's pregnant because I'm honestly so happy for her and I can't wait to be an auntie but I think I want that too and it scares me because yes I want pups one day with Alex but we have only been together for a few weeks and I was not expecting to get these thoughts anytime soon. Savannah has a beautiful blue gown dress on with flat pumps, full makeup and her hair is pulled back into an elegant bun. Paige has a baby pink of the shoulder dress with white high heels, full makeup and her hair has been str

She wanted to talk to him about so many things. Ava felt so lonely. And it has been 8 years since she last saw her hometown back in Mexico. She hurriedly made the sandwich. Sauntering into her room she grabbed the envelope from under her bed. Sitting down on the bed crossed legs. She munched on her sandwich with one hand while with the other she counted the bills. She had little savings and it was more than enough for her round trip. Her hazel eyes shined with delight. Grabbing her phone she checked for the cheapest airline ticket.

"Oh. I didn't know that. In that case, it is really nice to meet you. I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." "Yes, ma'am." He said. "No. I'm not ma'am and I'm not Luna. I'm Savannah. Please remember that. I don't care what Kane told you. I'm just Savannah." I said. "Okay. He did tell me to protect the Luna." Lucas said. "Well, your Luna will be very pissed off if you don't use her real name. Anyway, are you sticking around now because these kids are waiting for me." I said. "Yeah. I can practically see their tails wagging and they haven't even shifted." He smirked.

So, I gave him the quick short version of what happened, and I can see the fury flash in his eyes, but I reassured him that I am not leaving Savannah for a bogus scholarship under blackmail. When the song starts to play, I think to myself that it sounds familiar, but I don’t quite work it out just yet. It isn’t until Savannah started singing that it hits me what song she is singing. ‘Miracle’ by Cascada. What hits me the hardest is when Savannah sings the line “I know you cheated on me from behind,” I have never cheated on her nor would I. When she has finished singing this song, I am getting to the bottom of this. This is pissing me off more than finding out it was Candace who cheated on me

Ivy Garcia received an image of a woman lying on top of Derrick in a room. She became very furious. She looked at her phone again for the sender. It was from Michelle, her best friend. Michelle and Ivy have been friends since they were little. Some people even called them sisters. They have gone through good and bad times together so they watch each other's back. She quickly placed a call to her. "Where did you get this?" Ivy asked furiously. "A private room at Pod Time Square Hotel," replied Michelle.

"Scarlett." ******

Ava Sánchez, just eighteen, trudged through New York City's twisted streets, her body worn thin by the relentless grind of survival. Her dark eyes, once lively, now mirrored her exhaustion, and her brown hair, streaked with the city's grime, framed a face drained of color. Hunger and anxiety pressed on her frail shoulders, each step forward a battle against the desperation gnawing at her insides.