Savannah Michaels Novels & Stories

Her looks, her singing voice, the evil step siblings and the evil mother, she had the whole princess package…Hence the nickname that I will never shake from using, she loves it, her blush is proof of that. It's not only the big stuff in her life I know of. I pay attention to Savanah and the little stuff too, For example She has a love for all genres of music, and she can sing, god Damn she can really can sing, The way she bites her lip when she gets nervous, Twirls her hair around her finger when deep in thought or how she never lets her guard down around people always acting as if she is fine at all times but I see through it, I see through her.

“I think it’s time Savannah learned that I don’t break as easily anymore.” He gave a small nod but didn’t follow me, letting me take the lead while staying close enough that I could feel his reassuring presence. That was Lucas: protective, loyal, but never overbearing. I made my way through the tables, and as soon as I stepped into her line of sight, Savannah’s green eyes locked onto mine. Her lips curved into a predatory smirk, one that had always made my stomach tighten. “Well, well, look who decided to join us,” she said loudly, her voice carrying just enough for a few surrounding tables to catch it. “Avery Quinn. Our little… star of last week’s spectacle.”

Savannah rested her ear on the door to hear clearly. "That bitch! How did she get so lucky huh? How did she get Mike to fall for her? I'm going crazy. It took the highest level of self control to be nice to her when they arrived. It took every effort in the world to restrain myself from plucking her eyes out." She was weeping profusely. "I ran a background check on her. She's a nobody. A lowly 21 year old girl. An orphan. Struggling to make ends meet, working as an event planner. How on earth she did it, I can't understand or imagine. If she had african roots, I'd have sworn she used voodoo powers on him to make him fall for her." Keira said angrily. Her voice was a huge contrast to how it w

’ It felt premature to brag. Savannah shot forward, grabbed my hand. ‘She’s way bigger than Eliza. If I’d known you were working with her, I’d have gone straight to her team myself.’ ‘You didn’t need to.’ Violet interrupted, ‘Vanna, Mirabelle’s part of Nyx Collective. She’s not supposed to take jobs on the side.’ Savannah whipped her head around. ‘Shut it. You’re the one who fucked up. You dragged us into that mess.’

This is more of a competition, according to Regan. In the brief time we had to talk when she arrived at the farmhouse from working in town all day, she filled me in on other things as well. Things like what Savannah had to talk to Dayne about. I came close to asking her about Savannah, and who she was to Dayne, but instead I chickened out. It would sound too much like me being jealous. From what little she said before Dayne growled at her to go shift, Savannah, who lives in a cabin in the woods near the farmhouse, got back from a modeling job in Paris and found a strange shifter prowling around outside her cabin. Because she's the real deal apparently, an actual model with an agency and ever

Alessandra said, drinking a strawberry smoothie. Rihanna launched into the story of how she’d told them off, not missing a single detail. Being a litigator, she knew how to get her audience to feel what she wanted them to feel, but with Michelle caring about her as much as she did, it was even easier, and she got all the right squeals and shocked cries at all the right times. In the end, Alessandra took a bite of her meatball sandwich and said with concern, "But you've worked so hard for that. What are you going to do now?”

Savannah hopefully spoke, drawing in a long breath therafter. Madonna speechlessly ventured towards the bed and climbing unto it, she laid on her back; facing the ceiling as thoughts whirled around her head. Would she rather go back and face Nikon and be buried six feets under or stay back here to start a new live- with her past life over. ~~~ Scott, Oliver's best friend walked into the building with sunglasses over his face. A big smile blossoming unto his face when he sighted Savannah from afar, a Xbox controller in her hand as her eyes stayed glued to the Tv screen.

Logan added getting in the car. Savannah is truly an heiress, in as much as nobody revealed her assassin identity and we caught her before she killed her Aunt and became a fugitive. She can still bear her name again. Sophia asserted fearfully. “The Savannah I knew isn’t that stupid” Rome replied smiling happily. If there is anyone who is the happiest right at that moment. “It has to be Rome!”

All the little humiliations that had seemed like chance now looked like rehearsal for this moment. I stood there, soaked water at my feet, my pulse thrumming in my ears, trying to make sense of the betrayal. Ethan, who had promised me mornings and mundane things and forever, and Vera, who was family. I was supposed to be the female lead. After years of investing in acting lessons, auditioning endlessly and fighting for scraps of recognition, I had finally been given my shot. My first real chance.

Savannah laughed loudly… "Daniel Black, Neha Wade, Lucas Walker…. I, Savannah George, will destroy you even if I need to die for that.