Savannah Michaels Novels & Stories

“If you think I’m doing what your idiot of-a-mum asked me to do, you’re more stupid than I thought.” Mia narrowed her eyes at her supposed new sister. “Trust me, I don’t expect anything from you.” Savannah flicked her golden hair off her shoulder in a well-practiced motion. “Good. Because I wouldn’t be seen dead with someone like you.” She went to leave but turned back again. “Oh, and just to let you know, your outfit is beyond tragic.”

I could feel that she's extremely different from the way she talks to me compared to the woman in front of us. Their talk continued like I’m not around them. Marissa didn’t introduce me to her and I didn’t mind at all because I’m not comfortable talking with them too. I heard that Savannah is from London and the daughter of one of their business partner. She’s taller than me and beautiful like a model in a Vogue magazine. I’m not jealous of her appearance but she’s just perfect to be part of every luxurious event. In short, she fits flawlessly.

Unlike us, she was slim, with beautiful features and a breathtaking shape. She offered her hand. “Hi, welcome. I am Savannah, the director,” she introduced herself. I took her hand, and Betty did too. Savannah smiled and ushered us to stand with a group of girls. She took her place on the platform. “Um, hello, girls,” she began. “In case you don’t know me, I am Savannah. Your director and instructor. We all know why we are here—to change our names along with our fates. I was once like you, but I have undergone this course and training for the past few months. It isn’t much—just some exercises, information about healthy foods that help you lose weight, and some hidden training that prepares y

And she was running straight for me, with at least a dozen other men chasing her, and trying to close ranks around her small form. What the actual fuck is happening right now? I wasn't sure if everyone thought of their mate as beyond beautiful, but I was left speechless. Her scent is intoxicating, leaving my lungs burning, making my chest ache and feel like it's on fire all in one go as Maddox pushed harder to get us to her. She smelled like lavender and chamomile with a drop of honey all wrapped up in one. I'd never known that something could smell so sweet, so inviting. She was like a siren, calling all of my deepest darkest desires to the surface just for her.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

The thought of my uncle raping me again was killing me. Chantelle was thinking about how to get away from her uncle and gain control of her life. Then, she had an idea. What if she could start saving money in secret? She knew that with enough money, she could escape her uncle's control. It would take time, but she knew it was possible. She decided to start by putting away a little bit of money each week. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she had to try.

Lady Vanessa is a known sex trafficker who takes advantage of poor girls who need help or hold her offenders hostage and henceforth makes them her sex workers. VITTO’S HOME Amelia could be seen in the sitting room laying down on her back as she ate the popcorn on her laps. She was busy humming a song as she watched her favorite tv show while waiting for her husband to prepare breakfast for her. She was invested in the show when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. A frown crept up her lips as she moved her legs a bit to sit up and she felt her water broke. “Babyyy” she cried out

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

Silas said and Tamara blinked at him, then she rolled her eyes as if the answer was obvious to all of us and we were so stupid to see it. “She will drop all of her guards. Didn’t you hear the way she talked and how she looked at Savage? To her, he is a premium piece of meat and she couldn’t wait to have a bite. She is like one of those addicts who loses his shit when his drug of choice is right in front of them. Besides, we all will attack her suddenly and overwhelm her. She won’t know how or when. It is impossible for her to defend herself with us all against her.”