Savannah Montano Age Novels & Stories

Savannnah Carson stared at her engagement ring for the millionth time and smiled, joy bubbling through her chest. She felt like she was a teenager all over again... In high school. Except this time she would be dating the most popular, and most handsome guy in school. But she wasn't a teenager. She was twenty six years old, and her life had taken a whole different turn when she met Matt Bradford five months ago. Savannnah Carson had never been in love. She had been in a few relationships, but never been in love.

“Everyone has shortcomings, I suppose. I’m sure she loved you in her own way.” Savannah gave me a small, knowing smile. “Are you always this noble? It’s admirable, really. But you don’t have to sugarcoat it for my sake.” I stayed quiet, sensing she wasn’t finished. She needed to say whatever was weighing on her. She exhaled slowly, as if steeling herself for something massive. Then she dropped an even bigger bomb, her voice steady but raw. “I was raped over a decade ago, when I was twenty-one. And my mom played a huge part in keeping me silent about it. I don’t know if Roman ever told you that.”

"That's great, she sounds like a lovely person. Do you know how old she is?" "Yes, I think she's twenty-six, going on twenty-seven. We always talk when she takes her dog out for a walk, she's simply the most endearing person, and so beautiful too. I tell her: 'Moni, I don't know how you haven't found yourself a man yet'," she laughs. So, Moni really is single. "She must have her affairs," Samantha quips, "I mean, someone her age, and you said she was handsome too..."

She walks over to her desk and grabs a needle and a vial, turning back towards me to take some blood. “On Saturday. After um, Nathan bit me.” I show the doctor my neck and she shoots Nathan a look that I can’t quite pick up. Her eyes get an almost grey tinge to them, and then return to normal as she looks my direction and smiles again. “Can you please place your arm out? I just need a little blood to run a few tests. Thank you. How old are you Savannah?” “Twenty-four?” After the vial fills with blood and she removes the strap, she takes a step back and looks at me like I’m a puzzle. Crossing one arm over her stomach and tapping the fingers from her other hand on her lip for a moment, she loo

The lady closed the door and gave a cunning look at Savannah. “What is she going to do?” She smirked and spat, looking in her direction. “Well, she will learn how to satisfy a Lycan,” Octavio announced and settled on the couch. The lady smiled, opened a bottle again, and sipped a few sips from it. She took off her dress and started rubbing her clit. Savannah averted her gaze to the other direction; whatever was coming from their direction disgusted her. “Eyes here, princess.” the lady moaned.

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.

Madam Lucy concluded as she stripped off her hand gloves, while the two women sighed. "It's fine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Annah. I am Savannah, the older sister, and she is Brianna, my younger sister. I am 26, and she is 22," Savannah came to meet me and offered me a handshake, but her sister didn't as she glanced away to my baby on the bed. "It's a pleasure to meet you too," I told Savannah with relief as I accepted her hand for a handshake. "You're welcome," she replied.

Despite her apparent youth, she proved to be rather wise for her age. Savannah made a face but showed no emotion. After throwing some wood on the fire, she gave the man her attention. "I am Savannah Bea Ann Castillo-Takahashi, twenty." In crafting a brief rejoinder to the gentleman, one must carefully consider the tone and content of the message. There was still tension between them. She disliked being in the company of the person who had humiliated her. Both parties resumed their silence. Phantom found the woman attractive. She held her temper and didn't yell at him.

“Don’t do it.” The voice was sudden, sharp. Savannah turned. A woman leaned against a marble column. Beige trench coat, red lipstick, eyes hard and unblinking. Her posture radiated fury barely held in check. “I was you,” she said. “Two years ago.” Savannah blinked. “I—what?” “I signed a contract. Not the same one, but close. Assistant to Briggs. Personal liaison. All neat and quiet.” “Who are you?” Savannah asked. “Presley Monroe. His former assistant. Former... something else. It doesn’t matter.”

Savanna said smiling, “You said it was some charity dinner. You didn’t say it was the Allister’s Gala.” “What's there to say? They invited me so I came here. You wanted to join me so I brought you with me. You are lucky that my girlfriend went to her house, otherwise, I would bring her here instead of you.” Savanna rolled her eyes at the mention of his younger girlfriend. She didn't like the idea of him dating such a young girl who was twenty-four years younger than him.