Savannah Solo Novels & Stories

“I’ve already got it figured out, Ship. Let’s try it first with the pieces you thought should be cut, and then without, and see what works best…” — Savannah is a chic, 40-something Black woman who embodies eclectic sophistication. Her mask and hand sanitizer bottle match her outfit. She’s the epitome of the New York art scene. I love her instantly. “Ship!” she trills as she totters in on six-inch heels and sweeps into his arms for a hug. “Savannah! I’m so excited you came!” Ship grins, hugging her back. Then he turns her toward me. “And this is—”

Savannah went further, ordering nothing but a small salad. "I have to maintain my silhouette," she said, watching me. "Let’s talk about you and Ethan. I hear Margaret has blocked the divorce. You’re in a tight spot, Collins." I took a slow sip of water. "Why didn't you put yourself forward when the Carters were looking for a 'stabilizer' for him? You clearly have the interest." Savannah let out a jagged, bitter laugh. "I was scouting in the southern territories when the accident happened. By the time I made it back to the Kingdom, the contract was already signed to a Parker."

Savannah says sweetly, “you could skip the workout and spend time with me.” There was a time when that would’ve sounded appealing. Maybe even last month. Maybe even two weeks ago. Now? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Which feels weird. Because Savannah is exactly the kind of girl I’ve always gone for. Confident. Beautiful. Easy. No complications. No expectations. No feelings. So why am I standing here thinking about a brunette who spends her free time baking cupcakes and arguing philosophy? Savannah notices my hesitation. Her smile fades slightly. “You’re distracted.”

I’ve only felt this way once—when I first fell for Michael. But not anymore, that love faded. And this? This feels like something else. Something new. The air was quickly filled with Waltz performance "Faults" by Marika Hackman. We moved slowly, enjoying every step. He didn't get his eyes off me, and that made me even want to rest my head on his chest. But no! I dare not. This is the almighty Stefan Andres and I don't want to be the talk of town.

After hanging up, Savannah's expression changed instantly as she cursed, "That son of a b*tch! I don't have the f*cking appetite to have any mutton, I want to have a piece of you instead! After a few more curses, she stood up and started to pace around the room. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as an idea hit her. With Ronald pestering her all the time, it meant that she didn't have any time and space to herself. Therefore, she needed to get rid of Ronald before she staged her own death tomorrow. Tonight, she would put on an act to coax Ronald so that he would let down his guard, and she would drug him before leaving the next day. He shall then be dead asleep for the entire day and would not hinder

she smirked. “Alright… fine. Do just this if you don't want your ex-husband to know your whereabouts.” He began,“ You must learn to become an introvert for a couple of years until he has forgotten that someone like you exists or until he stops hunting you. Can you…do this?” “Gosh!” Alvina exhaled and clasped her right palm against her face and responded to him,“ If only you knew that I was an introvert since my childhood, you wouldn't ask if I can do this to be saved. Being an introvert is my hobby.”

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 notice her but she doesn’t notice me. Seth got her attention, and I didn’t but then again he made a move, and I didn’t. I don’t know why I get so hung up on that fact when I would never have made a move on her anyway. I'm not a relationship kind of guy, I’m trouble, I don’t like rules, I don’t like

A small growl escaped Christian’s lips but he covered it by clearing his throat. “I’m Savannah. I am Alpha Christians future Luna.” I couldn’t help the bile that rose up in my throat and my eyes flickered to him again. “You're an awesome fighter. I would like to go one on one with you. Your mate must be proud.” I noticed Christian stand up slightly taller at the comment.

Grace's pov: Candice started telling me about her vacation trip on Hawaii with her aunty. How much she loved that place. She got a little tanning also. As we were talking someone cleared their throat beside Candice. We both raised our heads towards the voice and saw Joshua Candice don't know him, we stared at him for few seconds so he could say why he is here but he did said anything so we went back to our conversation. He again tried to get our attention by tapping on the table. "What?" Candice spat annoyed by his interruption.

Last night was long and agonizing; somehow, I thought that I would be the one leaving Lucas Lucero with a sleepless night, but yet I proved myself wrong and was in for tortured dreams where he laid only but naked, completely out of my reach. But we will be changing that tonight. Tonight I will be going solo for Savanah has some gig downtown and will only make it way past midnight.