Savage Queen Quotes

Think of every fairy-tale villainess you've ever heard of. Think of the wicked witches, the evil queens, the mad enchantresses. Think of the alluring sirens, the hungry ogresses, the savage she-beasts. Think of them and remember that somewhere, sometime, they've all been real. Mab gave them lessons.

If you are a monster, stand up. If you are a monster, a trickster, a fiend, If you’ve built a steam-powered wishing machine If you have a secret, a dark past, a scheme, If you kidnap maidens or dabble in dreams Come stand by me. If you have been broken, stand up. If you have been broken, abandoned, alone If you have been starving, a creature of bone If you live in a tower, a dungeon, a throne If you weep for wanting, to be held, to be known, Come stand by me. If you are a savage, stand up. If you are a witch, a dark queen, a black knight, If you are a mummer, a pixie, a sprite, If you are a pirate, a tomcat, a wright, If you swear by the moon and you fight the hard fight, Come stand by me. If you are a devil, stand up. If you are a villain, a madman, a beast, If you are a strowler, a prowler, a priest, If you are a dragon come sit at our feast, For we all have stripes, and we all have horns, We all have scales, tails, manes, claws and thorns And here in the dark is where new worlds are born. Come stand by me.

The beautiful wooden board on a stand in my father’s study. The gleaming ivory pieces. The stern king. The haughty queen. The noble knight. The pious bishop. And the game itself, the way each piece contributed its individual power to the whole. It was simple. It was complex. It was savage; it was elegant. It was a dance; it was a war. It was finite and eternal. It was life.

Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. These are girls made of dark lace and witchcraft and a little bit of vice. These are daughters made claw first and story-mad, tiger roar and wolf-bad. These are women made of terrible tempests and savage storms and the untamed unwanted. These are damsels made of flawless fearlessness made of more bravery than knights have ever seen. These are princesses made of valour and poison alike and they are here to hold court as your queens.

But let me be a lover in the Savage Garden with you, and the light that went out of life would come back in a great burst of glory. Out of mortal flesh I would pass into eternity. I would be one of you.” - Daniel

She's also ruthless - it's love me or off with your head. She's the Red Queen

Her cheeks were flushed. She caught hold of the Savage's arm and pressed it, limp, against her side. He looked down at her for a moment, pale, pained, desiring, and ashamed of his desire. He was not worthy, not... Their eyes for a moment met. What treasures hers promised! A queen's ransom of temperament. Hastily he looked away, disengaged his imprisoned arm. He was obscurely terrified lest she should cease to be something he could feel himself unworthy of.

You looked like a fucking queen,” he murmurs, his voice full of pride. “That’s why I claimed you, Savage. I didn’t want anyone else taking what was mine. My queen. You belong to me.

Give me the word and I’ll tear out his throat. All the lives I’ve ever taken were just training for this moment, my queen. Make me your instrument of vengeance. Let my hands act out your every savage, depraved thought. Use me. I’m yours.

Kill for you, live for you, die for you,

I saw Oberon charge into the fray on a huge black warhorse, glamour swirling around him, and sweep a hand toward the thickest of the fighting. Vines and roots erupted from the ground, coiling around the Iron fey, strangling them or pulling them beneath the earth. Atop a rise, Mab raised her arms, and a savage whirlwind swept across the field, freezing fey solid or impaling them with ice shards. The armies of Summer and Winter howled with renewed vigor and threw themselves at the enemy.

A pledge,” I say again. “To drive fear into those who will confront us.” Violetta hesitates—only for a moment. “To bind us together.” “I pledge myself to the Rose Society,” I begin. “Until the end of my days.” One by one, the others call out the same thing, murmurs at first that turn into firm words. “To use my eyes to see all that happens,” says Sergio. “My tongue to woo others to our side,” says Magiano, with his savage smile. “My ears to hear every secret,” Violetta continues. “My hands,” I finish. “To crush my enemies.” “I will do everything in my power to destroy all who stand in my way.” Right now, what I want is the throne. Enzo’s power. A perfect revenge. And all the Inquisitors, queens, and Daggers in the world won’t be able to stop me.

You shall suffer for ever the influence of my kiss. You shall be beautiful in my fashion. You shall love that which I love and that which loves me: water, clouds, silence and the night; the immense green sea; the formless and multiform streams; the place where you shall not be; the lover whom you shall not know; flowers of monstrous shape; perfumes that cause delirium; cats that shudder, swoon and curl up on pianos and groan like women, with a voice that is hoarse and gentle! And you shall be loved by my lovers, courted by my courtiers. You shall be the queen of all men that have green eyes, whose necks also I have clasped in my nocturnal caresses; of those who love the sea, the sea that is immense, tumultuous and green, the formless and multiform streams, the place where they are not, the woman whom they do not know, sinister flowers that resemble the censers of a strange religion, perfumes that confound the will; and the savage and voluptuous animals which are the emblems of their dementia.

It’s not that I hate people, I just feel better when they’re not around.

In every woman, there is a 100% Savage Queen. Speak to the 100% Savage Queen and the 100% Savage Queen will answer.

Ah, what sights and sounds and pain lie beneath that mist. And we had thought that our hard climb out of that cruel valley led to some cool, green and peaceful, sunlit place---but it's all jungle here, a wild and savage wilderness that's overrun with ruins. But put on your crown, my Queen, and we will build a New City on these ruins.

Think of every fairy-tale villainess you've ever heard of. Think of the wicked witches, the evil queens, the mad enchantresses. Think of the alluring sirens, the hungry ogresses, the savage she-beasts. Think of them and remember that somewhere, sometime, they've all been real.

Please be quiet. My inner demons are demanding that I kill you, and I want to hear what they have to say.

Save the drama for the queens. Stand alone be a wolf, a rebel, a warrior, a savage, a badass. Be anything but a damn drama queen!

Rudeness is something that I just can't tolerate for most of the time&that's why I'm 100% Savage Queen for life!

You will wear the féth fiada until this is done, Amadan.” “Bloody hell,” Adam muttered savagely. “I hate being invisible.” “And Keltar,” Aoibheal said in a voice like sudden thunder, with a glance up at the balustrade. “Henceforth I would advise against tampering with my curses. Perform the Lughnassadh ritual now or face my wrath.” “Aye, Queen Aoibheal,” Dageus and Drustan replied together, stepping our from behind stone columns bracketing the stairs. Adam smiled faintly. He should have known no Highlander would flee, only retreat to a higher vantage – take to the hills, in a manner of speaking – waiting in silent readiness should battle be necessary.

I can set this world on a fire and still can call it a rain.

Kings have to move the pawns at their disposal. It’s just what kings do. As for the pawns, well, they might not have a king’s power, but they can still make themselves useful.

I am Tory Vega, daughter of the Savage King, sister of Darcy Vega and rightful queen of this fucking land. I. do. Not. Beg.

You’re insane!” “We’ve already established that you’re the crazy one. I’m the monster, remember?

I’ve never met a woman I wanted to strangle, protect, scream at, cherish, fight with, and fuck, all at the same time.

And then the queen wept with all her heart. Not for the cruel and greedy man who had warred and killed and savaged everywhere he could. But for the boy who had somehow turned into that man, the boy whose gentle hand had comforted her childhood hurts, the boy whose frightened voice had cried out to her at the end of his life, as if he wondered why he had gotten lost inside himself, as if he realized that it was too, too late to get out again.

I do have old-fashioned, inflexible ideas about gender roles. But trust me when I say that they’re all to your benefit. Now, will you let me open the door to the bloody bookshop for you, or will your wee feminist ego insist we arm wrestle over it?

She looks savage and fierce, almost unstoppable. She’s half Malice’s size, but in this moment, she doesn’t look like it. She looks like a queen.

A breeze, briefly gentle but growing more savage, jostled the potted plants and curios that cluttered the room.

My smile makes her gnash her teeth. “Ready?” “Go to hell.” “Can’t. The devil has a restraining order against me.

If zombies ever take over, you’ll be safe.” “What do you mean?” “They only eat brains.

100% Savage King will always protects his 100% Savage Queen in the kingdom.

Swinburne, by the way, when a very young man, had gone to Walter Savage Landor, then a very old man, and been given the poet’s blessing he asked for; and Landor when a child had been patted on the head by Dr Samuel Johnson; and Johnson when a child had been taken to London to be touched by Queen Anne for scrofula, the King’s evil; and Queen Anne when a child...

I reach up and stroke his beard, smiling. “You’re a psychopath.” “Don’t try to flirt your way out of this.” That makes me smile wider. “Only you would think a woman calling you a psychopath is flirting.

Don’t mess with my emotions. I can get so pissed off and get so savage towards everyone when they mistreat me. That’s why I’m 100% Savage Queen forever for how people treats me. Be careful with your actions for how you do treat me.

I truly don't give a fuck about cheaters, liars, racists, rude people! I'm 100% Savage Queen for life! Don't mess with me, my fav 100% Savage Bf, my fav 100% Savage best friends, my fav 100% Savage close friends&my fav 100% Savage fam!

I don’t beg you,” I hissed, my bloodied fingers painting a final rune onto the clay despite the way my hand shook, and the ether ripped pieces of me away chunk by chunk. “I am Tory Vega, daughter of the Savage King, sister of Darcy Vega and rightful queen of this fucking land. I. do. Not. Beg.

Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse," said the Hatter, "when the Queen bawled out 'He's murdering the time! Off with his head!'" "How dreadfully savage!" exclaimed Alice. "and ever since that," the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, "he wo'n't do a thing I ask! It's always six o'clock now.

Science has robbed the sun and moon of magic, leaving a spotted ball of gasses and a dead crater-pocked world in place of gold god and silver queen: a poor trade. Worse, men and women no longer live by intuition, but by ideas. The chittering dictums of the head and the will block out the spontaneous voices of the blood and the impulse. . . . Deprived of the rhythm of savage song, the meaning of the animal yell, we exist for the mechanical screak of steel on steel . . . . We must get back “in touch.

They shouted, “Eustace! Eustace! Coo-ee!” till they were hoarse and Caspian blew his horn. “He’s nowhere near or he’d have heard that,” said Lucy with a white face. “Confound the fellow,” said Edmund. “What on earth did he want to slink away like this for?” “But we must do something,” said Lucy. “He may have got lost, or fallen into a hole, or been captured by savages.” “Or killed by wild beasts,” said Drinian. “And a good riddance if he has, I say,” muttered Rhince. “Master Rhince,” said Reepicheep, “you never spoke a word that became you less. The creature is no friend of mine but he is of the Queen’s blood, and while he is one of our fellowship it concerns our honor to find him and to avenge him if he is dead.” “Of course we’ve got to find him (if we can),” said Caspian wearily. “That’s the nuisance of it. It means a search party and endless trouble. Bother Eustace.

I wonder if my sister will mind when I start calling her fiancé Daddy?

God, you’re hopeless.” “Please be quiet. My inner demons are demanding that I kill you, and I want to hear what they have to say.

He kills people for a living, but nobody’s perfect.

I fret, my queen, though she’s still quite small, Another is fairest of them all. She’s hiding between your hanging gowns, Her destiny is your end, she’ll take your crown.

No serpent's tooth, they say, has the sharpness of an ungrateful child, but no serpent's tooth has the sharpness of many an unappreciated mother.

Help us, God our Savior for the glory of your name; deliver us and forgive our sins for your name's sake. Psalm 79:9(my fav bible verse)

You’re my fucking queen. Have I ever told you that?

Lysandra’s smile was a thing of savage, dark beauty.

You didn’t create a monster, Alexander. You created a queen.

It was like thinking you were the princess in the fairy tale only to wake up and find you were the evil queen the whole time. The Villain.

Of all the people I’ve met who know what I do, you’re the only one who’s ever treated me like I’m human.

No,” he says flatly. “Please?” He growls, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” “There’s no need to get testy.” “Testy?” “I’m just saying. You don’t have to get all mad about it.

I never needed a white knight to save me. I need the dragon.

a hot, scary, wealthy stranger just tried to save me from being my future brother-in-law’s prostitute.

I hold grudges like new mothers hold their infants.

apparently, imminent death brings out my inner ninja who wants to bitch slap everyone in sight.

I’ll still haunt you forever if you kill me.” “People don’t come back from the grave.” “You have no idea how stubborn I am.

I love you, sis. Kill for you, live for you, die for you,

As always, she looks incredible. Perfect hair, perfect face, perfect body. My gorgeous older sister, fearless lion, effortless flirt, consumer of men’s souls.

normies shouldn’t judge creatives. They just have no idea how we’re wired.

She licks her lips, then says defiantly, “Fine. Kiss me. But I won’t like it.” Challenge accepted.

It's like she's the sun, and I have to orbit around her.

in the snow on this or that side of the tunnel

Really? You look younger than that by years.” “It’s all the preservatives in the candy.

Are those your bodyguards?” “I don’t have bodyguards.” “Why not?” He slants me a look. “Oh. Right. You’re the guy other people need bodyguards for.

Jannie can be the new mother,” Sally said largely, “and Mommy and I will just be the babies and Laurie is the queen and Daddy is a herd of rabbits.

I don’t have a cell. I’m philosophically opposed to technology that can stalk me.

His answer is mild. “Your head is uncommonly large for such a small person. Have you ever been approached by the circus and offered a job?

But let me be a lover in the Savage Garden with you, and the light that went out of life would come back in a great burst of glory. Out of mortal flesh I would pass into eternity. I would be one of you.

You don’t seem traumatized.” I smile into his chest. “Maybe an orgasm is the cure for PTSD.” “Or maybe the little boss bitch Khaleesi’s got nothing on my waif.” “Waif?” “That’s what I call you in my head sometimes. The demon waif.” After a beat, he says, “Is that bad?” “Let me overthink it for a minute.” “Because I don’t want you to be offended.” “Oh, sure. Who would be offended by being described as a skinny stray from hell?

Give me the word and I’ll tear out his throat. All the lives I’ve ever taken were just training for this moment, my queen. Make me your instrument of vengeance. Let my hands act out your every savage, depraved thought. Use me. I’m yours.

I also want to thank you for the rose you left me. That was really nice. I’ve never had a man bring me flowers before. I know it was only the one, and also you thought I was a captive prostitute at the time, but still. It was thoughtful. So thank you.

Grr. She’s being nice. I have no defense against my sister when she’s nice. It’s like if Dracula took a moment before he ripped open your throat with his fangs and sucked out all your blood to say a few polite words about your lovely taste in interior design.

Were you able to rest while I was gone?” “Some.” He feeds me another spoonful of soup. “How’s your pain level?” “Splendiferous.” “Try again without the sarcasm.” “On a scale of one to ten, it’s a forty-seven.” “Without exaggeration, too. If you can manage it.

I see the mad glint in her eye and know she’s planning something. Like overthrowing all the governments of the world and becoming Supreme Ruler of Earth. I can already see her throne, a massive structure made of all the spirits of men’s souls that she’s crushed.

They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fast asleep in the sun. (IF you don't know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture.) 'Up, lazy thing!' said the Queen, 'and take this young lady to see the Mock Turtle, and to hear his history. I must go back and see after some executions I have ordered'; and she walked off, leaving Alice alone with the Gryphon. Alice did not quite like the look of the creature, but on the whole she thought it would be quite as safe to stay with it as to go after that savage Queen: so she waited.

I take back what I said about you being a gentleman.” “I’ll burst into tears over that right after you give me your fucking mouth.” She inhales, closing her eyes and swallowing. When she opens her eyes again, I know it’s war. I’ve seen hardened killers look less psychotic.

Eena!” Recognizing Ian’s voice, Eena turned to find him approaching her from behind. He was entirely clad in body armor and gauntlets, cradling an open-faced helmet in one arm. Painted on his chest plate was a flaming, gold sword. From his side hung a leather sheath, a golden hilt peeking from the top. “I’m glad you’re back. You are going to stay and watch us play, aren’t you?” He looked hopeful she’d say yes. Eena smiled brightly. “I didn’t know you were talented enough to be on a dueling team. Nice sword,” she teased. Ian blushed a degree. “Thanks. They call us the Savage Warriors!” He rasped their team name in a semi-ferocious voice. “Jerin’s team captain.” She laughed at the showy designation. “And who’s your challenger today?” “The Dragon Slayers - Derian’s team.” Eena’s face fell. “Derian is playing?” She groaned internally, knowing she should’ve guessed as much. This was starting to look like another setup.

For the first time, I realize that it’s not just the king who appears inhuman. I do too. The ferocity of the scar that runs down my cheek, the tightness of my jaw, the look in my eye— I’m no natural thing. Murder and violence have made me this way. Loss and war have made me this way. I look like a savage. A savage queen. One who doesn’t need a crown or even a weapon to appear powerful. I see it now— this world’s faith in me. It’s not just that I am an anachronism; the harshness of my face speaks to these people who have only ever known war. No wonder the West wants me gone. A century has gone by, and yet even after all that time I am still something to fear.

So Leda's daughters, two lethal brides, will twice and thrice wed. One will launch Greece in a thousand ships, her beauty the ruin of her land, and the men sent to rescue her will come back ashes and bones. The other, the queen hell-bent on revenge, will rise in the house of Mycenae, loyal to those who revere her, savage to those who oppose her.

I was around her age when I began. The beautiful wooden board on a stand in my father’s study. The gleaming ivory pieces. The stern king. The haughty queen. The noble knight. The pious bishop. And the game itself, the way each piece contributed its individual power to the whole. It was simple. It was complex. It was savage; it was elegant. It was a dance; it was a war. It was finite and eternal. It was life.

I mean it. You’re only here because I’m punishing Declan.” “Okay.” His voice rises. “You’re nothing but a means to an end. You’re part of my plan. This”—he waves a hand between us—“isn’t anything. It’s nothing. You mean zero to me.” I look down at my hands, then back up at him. I say quietly, “Okay.” His temper snaps. He shouts, “Why do you keep agreeing with me?” “Because we both know you’re full of shit, so arguing would be pointless.

The people cast themselves down by the fuming boards while servants cut the roast, mixed jars of wine and water, and all the gods flew past like the night-breaths of spring. The chattering female flocks sat down by farther tables, their fresh prismatic garments gleaming in the moon as though a crowd of haughty peacocks played in moonlight. The queen’s throne softly spread with white furs of fox gaped desolate and bare, for Penelope felt ashamed to come before her guests after so much murder. Though all the guests were ravenous, they still refrained, turning their eyes upon their silent watchful lord till he should spill wine in libation for the Immortals. The king then filled a brimming cup, stood up and raised it high till in the moon the embossed adornments gleamed: Athena, dwarfed and slender, wrought in purest gold, pursued around the cup with double-pointed spear dark lowering herds of angry gods and hairy demons; she smiled and the sad tenderness of her lean face, and her embittered fearless glance, seemed almost human. Star-eyed Odysseus raised Athena’s goblet high and greeted all, but spoke in a beclouded mood: “In all my wandering voyages and torturous strife, the earth, the seas, the winds fought me with frenzied rage; I was in danger often, both through joy and grief, of losing priceless goodness, man’s most worthy face. I raised my arms to the high heavens and cried for help, but on my head gods hurled their lightning bolts, and laughed. I then clasped Mother Earth, but she changed many shapes, and whether as earthquake, beast, or woman, rushed to eat me; then like a child I gave my hopes to the sea in trust, piled on my ship my stubbornness, my cares, my virtues, the poor remaining plunder of god-fighting man, and then set sail; but suddenly a wild storm burst, and when I raised my eyes, the sea was strewn with wreckage. As I swam on, alone between sea and sky, with but my crooked heart for dog and company, I heard my mind, upon the crumpling battlements about my head, yelling with flailing crimson spear. Earth, sea, and sky rushed backward; I remained alone with a horned bow slung down my shoulder, shorn of gods and hopes, a free man standing in the wilderness. Old comrades, O young men, my island’s newest sprouts, I drink not to the gods but to man’s dauntless mind.” All shuddered, for the daring toast seemed sacrilege, and suddenly the hungry people shrank in spirit; They did not fully understand the impious words but saw flames lick like red curls about his savage head. The smell of roast was overpowering, choice meats steamed, and his bold speech was soon forgotten in hunger’s pangs; all fell to eating ravenously till their brains reeled. Under his lowering eyebrows Odysseus watched them sharply: "This is my people, a mess of bellies and stinking breath! These are my own minds, hands, and thighs, my loins and necks!" He muttered in his thorny beard, held back his hunger far from the feast and licked none of the steaming food.

I holler after him, “You never would have kissed me so much if you really planned to kill me!” “Tell that to my late ex-wife.” That leaves me breathless, and not just because my stomach hurts from the effort of shouting. I lie there with my heart beating like mad, thinking of all the ways he might have murdered his poor ex, until Mal sticks his head back through the door. “I don’t have an ex-wife. I’ve never been married. I only said that to scare you.” “It worked.” “I told you I was a bad person.

100% Savage Men needs to understand and be more mindful of 100% Savage Women's emotions to show empathy&sympathy! Most of the 100% Savage Men needs to be more sensitive to 100% Savage Women's situations to be emotionally being there for them to empathize and sympathize women's emotions, feelings, thoughts&opinions! Empathy&Sympathy are so important to show towards 100% Savage Women especially from 100% Savage Men! So true&100% agreed! Preach! 100% Savage Women are so sensitive&so emotional for sure!

My fav 100% Savage Guy Friends are always there to protect me&my fav 100% Savage Best Friends Charlotte&Anna in many difficult situations to willing to fight for themselves in any types of arguments&fights&! Love my fav guy friends so much for their protection as my fav 100% Savage Guy Friends! Don't mess with them&me! They're always there for me&them in my fav 100% Savage Guy Friends! Ayy! My fav 100% Savage Guy Friends are so strong&so muscular to protect me&my fav 100% Savage Best Friends too! Hmm!

You’re a fool, Marius, or you think I am. Don’t you think I know what this world is capable of? What absurd mixture of the savage and the technologically astute makes up the mind of modern man?” “My Queen, I don’t think you know it!” Marius said. “Truly, I don’t. I don’t think you can hold in your mind the full conception of what the world is. None of us can; it is too varied, too immense; we seek to embrace it with our reason; but we can’t do it. You know a world; but it is not the world; it is the world you have selected from a dozen other worlds for reasons within yourself.

In that moment, I understand the way that the noblest yearning for duty and sacrifice can be mixed up with all that is savage and shameful, like in the Bible, where a just and merciful God tells you to kill everyone, kill the children, kill the livestock, kill John Polling, leave nothing alive to sully this pure and just world. Except when it's all done you find out that wasn't really God after all, just some politician, or maybe it was God, but he taps you on the shoulder and says, 'No, dude, that isn't what I meant,' and leaves you sitting in a Dairy Queen in Bothell with blood on your hands and no further orders...

During a famine, the father and stepmother of Hansel and Gretel abandon them in a forest so that they will starve to death. The children stumble upon an edible house inhabited by a witch, who imprisons Hansel and fattens him up in preparation for eating him. Fortunately Gretel shoves the witch into a fiery oven, and “the godless witch burned to death in a horrible way.” 41 • Cinderella’s stepsisters, when trying to squeeze into her slippers, take their mother’s advice and cut off a toe or heel to make them fit. Doves notice the blood, and after Cinderella marries the prince, they peck out the stepsisters’ eyes, punishing them “for their wickedness and malice with blindness for the rest of their lives.” Snow White arouses the jealousy of her stepmother, the queen, so the queen orders a hunter to take her into the forest, kill her, and bring back her lungs and liver for the queen to eat. When the queen realizes that Snow White has escaped, she makes three more attempts on her life, two by poison, one by asphyxiation. After the prince has revived her, the queen crashes their wedding, but “iron slippers had already been heated up for her over a fire of coals.... She had to put on the red-hot iron shoes and dance in them until she dropped to the ground dead.

She was almost to the door when Aelin said, “How much longer—until you’re free of your debts?” “I still have a great deal to pay off, so—a while.” Lysandra paced a few steps, and then caught herself. “Clarisse keeps adding money as Evangeline grows, claiming that someone so beautiful would have made her double, triple what she originally told me.” “That’s despicable.” “What can I do?” Lysandra held up her wrist, where the tattoo had been inked. “She’ll hunt me until the day I die, and I can’t run with Evangeline.” “I could dig Clarisse a grave no one would ever discover,” Aelin said. And meant it. Lysandra knew she meant it, too. “Not yet—not now.” “You say the word, and it’s done.” Lysandra’s smile was a thing of savage, dark beauty.

Zach leans over and whispers on my lips, “Cleopatra. That’s your name, right?” I swallow against the onslaught of emotions. I feel the savage flapping of the butterflies in my stomach and I press my belly against him to make him feel it too. Make him feel all these crazy, intense emotions inside of me. “But hardly anyone calls me that.” A lopsided smile as he traces my cheek with a thumb. “Do you know Cleopatra was an Egyptian queen?” I nod. “Yeah. My mom used to tell me that she was the most beautiful woman of her time.” “People are crazy, aren’t they?” I clutch his dark t-shirt at his waist. “Why?” “They don’t know what they’re talking about. One look at you and they would’ve snatched away her crown and laid it down at your feet.” The shudder that goes through me is the biggest one yet. He called me beautiful. Beautiful.

I'm in sore straits, Jeeves.' 'I am sorry to hear that, sir.' 'You'll be sorrier when I explain further. Have you ever seen a garrison besieged by howling savages, with their ammunition down to the last box of cartridges, the water supply giving our and the United States Marines nowhere in sight?' 'Not to my recollection, sir.' 'Well, my position is roughly that of such a garrison, except that compared with me they're sitting pretty. Compared with me they haven't a thing to worry about.' 'You fill me with alarm, sir.' 'I bet I do, and I haven't even started yet. I will begin by saying that Miss Cook, to whom I'm engaged, is a lady for whom I have the utmost esteem and respect, but on certain matters we do not... what's the expression?' 'See eye to eye, sir?' 'That's right. And unfortunately those matters are the what-d'you-call-it of my whole policy. What is it that policies have?' 'I think the word for which you are groping, sir, may possibly be cornerstone.' 'Thank you, Jeeves. She disapproves of a variety of things which are the cornerstone of my policy. Marriage with her must inevitably mean that I shall have to cast them from my life, for she has a will of iron and will have no difficulty in making her husband jump through hoops and snap sugar off his nose. You get what I mean?' 'I do, sir. A very colourful image.' 'Cocktails, for instance, will be barred. She says they are bad for the liver. Have you noticed, by the way, how frightfully lax everything's getting now? In Queen Victoria's day a girl would never have dreamed of mentioning livers in mixed company.' 'Very true, sir. Tempora mutanter, nos et mutamur in illis.' 'That, however, is not the worst.' 'You horrify me, sir.' 'At a pinch I could do without cocktails. It would be agony, but we Woosters can rough it. But she says I must give up smoking.' 'This was indeed the most unkindest cut of all, sir.' 'Give up smoking, Jeeves!' 'Yes, sir. You will notice that I am shuddering.

With an overpowering shock, it came home to Austin that there stood a benighted young savage for whom the Great War had never been. She lived in an Edwardian world where twenty-five francs went to the pound and the map of Europe was what it had been in Queen Victoria’s days. Doubtless Edward had wasted much valuable time in drawing obsolete frontiers in the sand—a highly appropriate medium. He opened his mouth and gaped, taking in the implications slowly. Nineteen hundred and eight—nineteen hundred and eight—the Wrights made their first flight in 1908. She wouldn’t know what an aeroplane was. She wouldn’t know about wireless. The war—wireless—aeroplanes—a hundred and twenty-five francs to the pound—the blessings of Bolshevism—cross-word puzzles—and jazz. He gaped, and recalled her phrase—no, not hers—Edward’s phrase, parroted: “There wouldn’t be any place for me in a modern civilization.

At least, Queen Lorelei had once counseled her daughter to that effect, years ago when she could still speak without uttering gibberish.

His bulk is surpassed only by his height, which is surpassed only by the gut punch of that V thing leading from his washboard abs downward, like a pair of muscle arrows pointing to the goodies in his crotch.

A savage grin pulled at my lips as I felt like I was running with a pack of wolves, the five of us joined by spirit and promises and love.

Blake picked the paperback up from her desk entitled Warrior Fae, flipped it open to the last page and tore it out before scrunching it up and tossing it in the trash. Fucking savage. Not that I was complaining. She deserved to never find out the end of her book. If I had the time, I’d find a way to track down every copy in the world so that she could suffer forevermore without knowing how it ended. I wasn’t sure if there was any worse fate than that to bestow on someone.

He growls, “Say yes, and I swear every day will be better than the last, you bloody stubborn woman. You have my heart. My soul. My life. I want you to have my name as well, and wear my ring so everyone who sees you knows you belong to me. I’m so proud to be your man, I want the whole goddamn world to know you’re mine.

I’m just an introvert who loves books, candy, and arguing with strangers on the internet.

I’d read a book about a mountain man once though. He was a mafia prince who’d gone into hiding because of the things he’d found out about himself and he’d sure made being a mountain man sound hot. He’d found a girl up there on that mountain and had torn down heaven and earth to get revenge against the people who had hurt her. The sex had been pretty damn hot too. So maybe Saint could pull off the mountain man thing with the right bit of encouragement. If Nicoli could do it in Beautiful Savage, then why not my OCD criminal mastermind too?

There’s a little growl in his voice when he speaks again, and I shiver at the sound and the way it vibrates through me. “You

There’s a little growl in his voice when he speaks again, and I shiver at the sound and the way it vibrates through me. “You like it,” he says. “Being ours. You fight it because that’s what you do, who you are. You’re a fighter. But you still like it. It gets you right here.

You certainly do seem to have a beast hidden inside the beauty.

Fear not, Snow, for the evil queen is about to enter a fight she is not prepared for. She cannot win, nor can she lose. The battle will end as soon as it has begun, while we prepare to defeat her in the final fight. The war will be ours. We shall taste triumph in the form of blood, celebrating our victory as the queen’s head watches over us, skewered to a stake.

Yes. I'm 100% Savage Queen!

Attitude is a little difference thing that makes a big difference.

Whatever happens, take responsibilities for your actions to take advantages of your actions to realize from your mistakes to improve on them on constructive criticisms.

If we lived through this, I would commission a portrait of her, teeth bared, eyes glowing gold as she killed savagely for her kingdom.

All of this was too much. I tried to remember my life back at HDF, when I was a boring human in love with my best friend, who I thought didn't feel the same. And I thought that was complicated. Now my best friend was part fae, connected to the man I brought back to life because of powers shoved into me from an evil queen, a cursed witch, and a probably half insane Dae. The same person trying to kill me now. We all were being babyset by a dead druid, using the body of an old gypsy seer who had been shot multiple times tonight. "My life." I scoured at my face in utter disbelief, realizing I hadn't even gone into my friends standing around me and all their issues.

My Fav Savage best friend Anna&I are so emotional 100% Savage best friends/100% so emotional sisters for life! Don't mess with her&me for our emotions and we're so emotional Savage Queens for life! Love her so much as my fav 100% Savage so emotional queen!

100% Savage Men needs to be emotionally being there for 100% Savage Women! 100% Savage Men needs to understand and truly needs to care about 100% Savage Women's emotions for most of the time!

Love my new therapists Carly&Jessica! so much! They're the best therapists that I can talk to them about everything! Lol! 100% Savage Queens Squad for life!

So excited to see my fav 100% Savage Korean Fam in Korea soon in November 9! Love them so much and 100% Savage Fam Squad for life! Love my fav 100% Savage Cousins Sam, David&Ashley so much! They're the best 100% Savage cousins for life! 100% Savage Fam Squad for life! They&I treat each other so well as 100% Savage Kings&100% Savage Queens to each other! They love to be called as 100% Savage Kings&100% Savage Queens to each other! Lol! They&I are 100% Savage Kings&100% Savage Queens for life in my 100% Savage Kingdom!

Most of the 100% Savage Women are so sensitive&so emotional 100% Savage Queens too! Men needs to show empathy&sympathy to be emotionally being there for 100% Savage so emotional Women too even though they go through their struggles and their hard times in their life! 100% Agreed&Preach!

I'm 100% Savage so emotional queen for life! Don't piss me off with my emotions&I'll get so savage towards you! I had to be 100% Savage so emotional queen for life even though people mistreated me a lot too. I love myself as 100% Savage so emotional queen in my life!

I’m so sensitive and so emotional 100% Savage Queen for how people treats me based on their attitudes, their behaviors, their actions&their words! Be careful with words and actions for what you say to me as 100% Savage Queen in my 100% Savage Queen’s Kingdom! Hmm!

I truly don't give a fuck about 100% Savage Men who are players to play around with women's emotions and hurt their feelings! Players are not worth it&I'm so 100% Savage Queen for how 100% Savage Men mistreats me. 100% Savage Men don't understand women's emotions anyways too. I have the right to get mad at them anyways too to be so pissed off.

My fav 100% Guy Friends are always there to protect me&my fav 100% Savage Best Friends Charlotte&Anna in many difficult situations to willing to fight for themselves in any types of arguments&fights&! Love my fav guy friends so much for their protection as my fav 100% Savage Guy Friends! Don't mess with them&me! They're always there for me&them in my fav 100% Savage Guy Friends! Lol! Ayy! My fav 100% Savage Guy Friends are so strong&so muscular to protect me&my fav 100% Savage Best Friends too! Hmm!

I miss my best friends so much from long distance friendships. Long distance friendships are worth it to do it anyways too. Love my best friends even though they live far away from me.

Always will have to treat me really well like a 100% Savage Queen&I'll always treat you like a 100% Savage King!

Treat me like a 100% Savage Queen&I'll be always on your 100% Savage Team.

100% Savage Attitude is everything about how everyone treats me! Don't mess with me!

I enjoy people show 100% Savage attitude to me because it shows that they need an 100% Savage attitude to impress me.

Who’s ready to become a savage?

Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer Romans 12:12(bible verse)

the Lord is Faithful 2 Thessalonians 3:3(bible verse)

Fear Not, For I am with you. Isaiah 41:10(my fav bible verse)

I can do everything through Christ who gives me strength.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart. Proverbs 3:5(my fav bible verse)

Be still and know that I'm with you. Psalm 46:10(my fav bible verse)

Whatever you ask in prayer, Believe that you have received it and it will be yours. Mark 11:24(my fav bible verse)

Take delight in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4(my fav bible verse)

God is waiting for you to accept his grace. It will completely change your life. Let Go&Accept God's Love(my fav christianity quote)

Now set your heart and your soul to seek the Lord your God; arise therefore and build you the sanctuary of the Lord God... 1 Chronicles 22:19(my fav bible verse)

Now set your heart and your soul to seek the Lord your God. 1 Chronicles 22:19(my fav bible verse)

Don’t mess with my emotions. I can get so pissed off and get so savage towards everyone when they mistreat me. That’s why I’m 100% Savage Queen for ever for how people treats me. Be careful with me for how everyone treats me.

Don’t mess with me&my fav 100% Savage Best Friends Anna, Charlotte! They’re always there to protect me and I’m always there for them to protect them too! Love them so much&they know everything about me&I know them about everything too!

Don’t mess with me and my fav 100% Savage Best Friend Anna! We’re so emotional 100% Savage Sisters for life! Wr truly don’t give a fuck about players who are playing around with our feelings. Players are north worth it&we stay away from players too! Of course, We forgive them and accept people’s apologies many times who hurted our feelings. But, it does take about a week for me&her to heal from them too to stay calm for sure. We give people unlimited chances to forgive them too! Be careful with us too for how everyone treats us too! My fav 100% Savage Best Friend Anna protects me and I always do protect her as sisters&as best friends! I’m so grateful and so thankful to have her in my life as my fav 100% Savage Best Friend&my fav 100% Savage Sister for life too! Love her so much in my life!

Tbh, I felt a lot confident when I did my eyelids surgery for cosmetics surgery! I definitely felt unconfident when my eyelids were lower when I was younger! My current eyelids are so beautiful than my lower double eyelids too! I definitely had insecurities about my eyelids and I’m glad that I got my eyelids surgery to feel a lot confident to overcome my confidence issues too! Thank goodness! My Korean cosmetics surgery surgeon is the so amazing! He’s really nice cosmetics surgeon that I ever met in my life and his eyelids surgery service is so amazing! I felt a lot better afterwards!

Grr. She’s being nice. I have no defense against my sister when she’s nice. It’s like if Dracula took a moment before he ripped open your throat with his fangs and sucked out all your blood to say a few polite words about your lovely taste in interior design. It’s disorienting.

His voice turns into a wolf’s growl. “Oh, yes, I do. I want to hold you down and bite you and fuck you until you’re sobbing. I want to come deep inside your pussy, your mouth, and that perfect little ass. I want to see my teeth marks on your tits and my fingerprints on your thighs and the tears in your eyes when I put you on your knees and make you gag on my cock. Don’t get it wrong, sweet girl. I want to fucking devour you.

Riley Rose,” he says gruffly, stroking the head of his cock back and forth through my wet folds. “My beautiful obsession. This monster belongs to you, sweet girl. I’m tied up in chains at your feet.

I stand up for equality, justice, criminal justice, racism, laws, human rights&more serious issues too! It's so important for everyone to educate themselves on to learn more about these serious issues to gain more knowledge from it too! Everyone have to be careful with their words, their actions and their behaviours for what they say to other people about these serious issues too!

My fav uncle is not feeling very well at the moment and he hurted his back! His back bones are not sticking up at the moment even though he's still in the hospital right now too! Hopefully, my fav uncle feels a lot better and I'm going through a lot rn anyways too!

Tbh, I felt a lot confident when I did my eyelids surgery for cosmetics surgery! I definitely felt unconfident when my eyelids were lower when I was younger! My current eyelids are so beautiful than my lower double eyelids too! I definitely had insecurities about my eyelids and I’m glad that I got my eyelids surgery to feel a lot confident to overcome my confidence issues too! Thank goodness! My Korean cosmetics surgery surgeon is so amazing! He’s really nice cosmetics surgeon that I ever met in my life and his eyelids surgery service is so amazing! I felt a lot better afterwards!

100% Savage Men needs to read and understand 100% Savage Women’s emotions!

Definitely, my double eyelids surgery went well for me on this Tuesday’s night! Thank goodness! I felt a bit painful, felt sick, a lot dizzy, so tired, so sleepy, relieved, peaceful from my double eyelids surgery! My double eyelids surgery’s surgeon doctor, surgeon’s doctor’s assistant, nurse were so amazing to take care of me even though I was feeling sick from last night’s double eyelids surgery! It’s great that I did my double eyelids surgery on yesterday to finish it up! My double eyelids surgery went well for me on this Tuesday night!

Tbh, I have trust issues in general within people! Mostly, I do trust people respects, cares, supports everything about me! Also, as long as people respects/follows my boundaries that I want in a friendship or anything then I can easily trust people for life! It's ok for me to have trust issues too! I'm 100% Savage&so emotional queen for life!

I'm so sad and so mad for many situations and for many reasons! Even though I'm in Korea atm, I know that I'm seeing my whole my fam! But, I feel so isolated and feel so lonely from people and I'm going to see people to interact and talk to them in person and through the msgs/calls. I feel so depressed rn.

I realize that any thoughts I may have had about protecting myself from him are now useless. No matter how crazy or wrong this might be, I’m all in.

Let the whole fucking world know. River is ours. Ours to protect. Ours to worship. Our fucking queen.

Sometimes your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows.

Stop being so rude to me, Give me more attention to me.

100% Savage Queen has arrived in the kingdom.

Don't mess with my emotions! I'm 100% Savage Queen&I'm so emotional savage queen for life!

How to love yourself is how you teach others to love everyone,me&you. Correcting person's behaviours wrong are so important when everyone mistreated each other including me, you&others too! Everyone needs to treat each fairly and uplift people fairly for fairness,equality&more serious issues! Also, I stand up for fairness, equality to take risks! I don't tolerate rudeness, unfairness&more serious issues from other people, everyone, you! People have to be carefulo with their words and their actions for what they say to the other people, everyone, you&me too.

How to love yourself is how you teach others to love everyone,me&you. Correcting person's behaviours wrong are so important when everyone mistreated each other including me, you&others too! Everyone needs to treat each fairly and uplift people fairly for fairness,equality&more serious issues! Also, I stand up for fairness, equality to take risks! I don't tolerate rudeness, unfairness&more serious issues from other people, everyone, you! People have to be careful with their words and their actions for what they say to the other people, everyone, you&me too.

My fav 100% Savage Best Friends Anna, Charlotte knows everything about me and I'm, so grateful, so thankful, feeling so loved, feeling so supported to have them in my life as best friends for life! Love them so much! They&I are 100% Savage Sisters&100% Savage Best Friends for life! Don't mess with them&me! They're always there for me&everyone in my life!

But the Lord stood with me and gave me strength. 2 Timothy 4:17(bible verse)

So Do Not Fear, For I am with you; Do not be dismayed; For I am Your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

So Do Not Fear, For I am with you; Do not be dismayed; For I am Your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10(bible verse)

I'm sad, feeling hurt, angry, mad&disappointed. But, you know what? I'll put on a happy face and move on. It will hurt but I'll survive. I don't give a fuck about players and I only surround myself with positive people. My feelings are hurt but I deal with emotional trauma, anger issues, depression, fear, anxieties&more! People needs to be understanding of my mental health problems. They need to make me feel happy and I go through it so much for many years. I'm so emotional 100% Savage Queen. People needs to stop making me feel cry all the time.

the Lord will guide you always. Isaiah 55:11(my fav bible verse)

Don't mess with me in so serious situations and that's why I'm 100% Savage Queen for life. I have so much anger issues in general and I have the right to get mad at people. Hmm. I love being myself as 100% Savage Queen for life like how people mistreats me.

It’s so important for everyone to be careful, to be cautious and be more critical of online people for sure! I’m always critical of online people too and I’m so picky with who I let in my life as my online close friends too! It’s definitely ok for me to be so picky with who I let in my life as my online close friends too!

That’s four spaces.”  The rug chided.  “A queen only moves one at a time.” She was pretty sure that wasn’t so.  “You said we were making up our own rules.”  She argued. “But we’re not savages.  Now I get to move my queen three more times to catch up.

Oh, one more thing—” “I know a way to keep that mouth quiet,” he snaps. Then he kisses me.

And stop thinking that we’re alike. We’re nothing alike.” He holds my gaze, looking like he’s arguing with himself over something. Finally, he says, “No, you’re not. Except for that lion’s blood that runs in the family.” I say quietly, “Thank you for that. But I’m not a lion. Compared to her, I’m…a cub.” “A baby lion is still a lion.

Most of all, I like the time I have to think. I never did much of it before, not really. I studied and worked and spent any free time in front of a screen, distracting myself. Deadening my feelings. Some people eat when they’re depressed. Some people drink, or do drugs, or have sex with strangers. The way I dealt with emotional pain was by feeding myself a steady diet of social media and video games and pretending it wasn’t there. It seems so obvious now. I was lonely. In a city of nearly a million people, I always felt alone. But here, in the middle of nowhere with only a crow and a killer for company, I don’t feel alone. I feel safe. I feel content. I feel, some days, like that bullet was the best thing to ever happen to me.

He swallows. “Then Mik was killed.” His voice is rough with emotion. Under my ear, his heart beats strong and fast. I close my eyes and squeeze him. For the first time since all this started, I’m furious with Declan. But this is their life, Declan’s and Malek’s both. Kill or be killed. There’s no other option. It’s a terrible Catch-22, because revenge starts the cycle all over again. You killed my cousin, now your life and the lives of everyone you love belong to me. You killed my brother, now I have to kill you. And maybe also take a family member hostage for good measure. And because you did that, now I have to retaliate, and on and on and on.

Because I know how fucking much I love and care about you. That alone is all the fuel I need to kill every motherfucker who gets in my way.

His chest expanded with a rising sense of pride for the young woman who had gone unappreciated by her own people. The Oclanders would have loved her. Even the Witch Queen would have been taken with her upon the first meeting.

Anastasia took charge without awaiting his command. The timid princess of months ago no longer existed, and in her place stood a formidable warrior queen. Suddenly, the dragon prince realized he wasn’t the only one to change. She had grown into a capable woman worthy of the throne beside him. His pride for her surged, second only to the love swelling in his heart.

He gazed down at her, eyes gleaming with intensity. “Would you remain here beside me, Anastasia? As my queen?” Her chest tightened, too small to contain her swelling heart. “Do you really mean it?” “Of course I mean it. I…” He leaned down and kissed her, short and sweet. “…I love you, and I pray you can love a beast such as me in return for each day of the rest of our lives.

You are to be a queen, Anastasia. You beg no one for anything.” “Not even you?” “Not even me. You are to be my equal in every way, my love.

She was Ana, chosen Queen of King Alistair, a man more kind and deserving of her affection than any crown prince from the west.

We are mated for life, Anastasia. You are my queen from this day forward. We have no formal ceremonies, only the sacred vows we whisper to one another.

I chose to share part of my dragon soul with you.” His fingers smoothed over her silky, untamed waves. Her wide, owlish eyes continued to stare into him as comprehension flooded her mind. “Aren’t dragons eternal, Alistair?” “As are their mates. Now you know the secret to the Witch Queen’s long life,” he whispered. He

Of all the women to wander into his lonely life, it had to be the cousin of the queen. That alone put her firmly off-limits. Still, he couldn’t get the memory of her body curled against his chest out of his mind.

I won’t be the one to tell our king and queen—especially our queen—that I let you get yourself killed on the road. She’d have my pelt on her floor.

My blood runs cold. Her savage stare and bloodied hands leave no doubts in my mind as she glares up at us from across the battlefield. This must be the fabled Queen of the Picts.

That was before she became my savage girl, my goddess, my queen, and there was no way in hell I was letting him keep her from me.

Knox pulls off with a wet pop and then moves to the other nipple, biting down on that one hard until I moan his name. It all goes straight to my pussy, my clit throbbing with the desire to be touched. It takes no time at all for me to reach this point with Knox and his go for what you want attitude, and I let myself get wrapped up in it, panting softly while he works me over with his lips and teeth and tongue.

What the fuck is this about then?” “She doesn’t get to touch what’s mine!” The kitchen is silent after those words explode out of me, leaving the lingering echo of the sentiment in the air. I almost wish I could take them back as soon as they’re out, but it’s definitely too late for that. Ash stares at me for a second, like he’s trying to process what he just heard, and then he closes the distance between us in a few steps and grabs my chin with one hand.

I don’t even look to see where it went. I’m too focused on this, on River’s body and the way it keeps sucking me in every time I pull out, like her pussy is admitting how much she wants me and how much it means even if her mouth has a hard time with it. “Tell me,” I demand, fucking into her in short, hard bursts. “Ash,” she chokes out. She tries to push herself up onto her hands on the counter, but I shove her back down, keeping her in place with one hand and my cock inside her. “Say it. Tell me you want me.” “I want you!” she cries out. “Fuck, Ash. I want you. Please!

Yeah.” I huff a little laugh. “Even when I wouldn’t let myself have it, the only pussy I wanted was yours.

Fuck, you take me like you’re made for it,” he gasps out, rolling his hips in a move that sends the head of his cock rubbing against that perfect spot again. “I’d do this all fucking day if we could. Just keep you here in my bed, impaled on my cock.” I

You like it,” he says. “Being ours. You fight it because that’s what you do, who you are. You’re a fighter. But you still like it. It gets you right here.

I’m not letting you go,” he snarls. “I’m not letting them take you. Not going to let anyone fucking hurt you.” He ties the last knot with an almost vicious tug and then yanks on it to make sure it’s not going to come undone. “I’ll keep you locked away if I have to, but I’m not losing you.

Who the fuck sent you?” Knox demands, finally letting up with the knife. The man doesn’t answer. He bites his lip, taking little shuddering breaths through his nose. “I asked you a question, asshole,” Knox growls, digging the knife in deeper. “Who were you after? Were you trying to fuck with the Kings? Or River?” The guy just shakes his head, not saying a fucking word. I stomp down harder on his arm, and this time, his pained cry is much weaker. Shit. We’re losing him. Knox grabs the front of his shirt and hauls him up, but he goes limp in that hold almost immediately. His head flops to one side, and his eyes go blank and sightless. He’s dead.

He shushes me softly. He reaches out and caresses my cheek, cooing a stream of gently spoken words. “Ty v bezovasnoshti so mnoy, malyutka. Ya ne prichinu tebe vreda.

Lady Asha, as the mother of a prince, found herself much in demand with the Court, if not the High King. Given to whimsy and frivolity, she wished to return to the merry life of a courtier. She couldn't attend balls with an infant in tow, so she found a cat whose kitten were still born to act as his wet nurse. That arrangement lasted until Prince Cardan was able to crawl. By then, the cat was heavy with a new litter and he'd begun to pull at her tail. She fled to the stables, abandoning him, too. And so he grew up in the palace, cherished by no one and checked by no one. Who would dare stop a prince from stealing food from the grand tables and eating beneath them, devouring what he'd taken in savage bites? His sisters and brothers only laughed, playing with him as they would with a puppy. He wore clothes only occasionally, donning garlands of flowers instead and throwing stones when the guard tired to come near him. None but his mother exerted any hold over him, and she seldom tried to curb his excesses. Just the opposite.

Lady Asha, as the mother of a prince, found herself much in demand with the Court, if not the High King. Given to whimsy and frivolity, she wished to return to the merry life of a courtier. She couldn't attend balls with an infant in tow, so she found a cat whose kittens were still born to act as his wet nurse. That arrangement lasted until Prince Cardan was able to crawl. By then, the cat was heavy with a new litter and he'd begun to pull at her tail. She fled to the stables, abandoning him, too. And so he grew up in the palace, cherished by no one and checked by no one. Who would dare stop a prince from stealing food from the grand tables and eating beneath them, devouring what he'd taken in savage bites? His sisters and brothers only laughed, playing with him as they would with a puppy. He wore clothes only occasionally, donning garlands of flowers instead and throwing stones when the guard tired to come near him. None but his mother exerted any hold over him, and she seldom tried to curb his excesses. Just the opposite.

Blake picked the paperback up from her desk entitled Warrior Fae, flipped it open to the last page and tore it out before scrunching it up and tossing it in the trash. Fucking savage.

The sex had been pretty damn hot too. So maybe Saint could pull off the mountain man thing with the right bit of encouragement. If Nicoli could do it in Beautiful Savage, then why not my OCD criminal mastermind too?

Beautiful Savage

We protect each other by being the only people we can trust unequivocally. That’s what love is.

I fell in love with four men, and they fell in love right back. And instead of fighting over me, the four of them will share me.

That wasn’t just a kiss. It was an opened door into his soul.