Savannah Michaels Novels & Stories

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

Her skin was snow white and she had silky honey locks, big hazel eyes, and plump red lips. Now as he looked at the picture properly, he could see the similarities she has with Jacob. His eyes skidded over her name followed by her age. Eighteen, she was too young. Completed her high school studies and lives alone in an apartment in Greenwich Village, New York. It was also written that she took the flight from San Antonio last week at early dawn. Lilith must've figured out that Aiden's men would be keeping an eye on all the transport places in Saltillo which was why they escorted her to the USA.

"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.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

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.

"Brianna's boyfriends are here," Savannah was continuously nudging him as she smiled from ear to ear at the four of us, "look... look!" She was trying to whisper as she continued to nudge him before he stopped her shoulder. "Savannah I have eyes," he scolded her under his breath, "sorry, I must seem so rude, I'm Mike, this crazies’ fiancé, nice to meet you all." The boys took turns extending their hands and stating their names before Mike offered them all drinks.