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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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 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?

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

in the snow on this or that side of the tunnel

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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.

Amanda said that Indian religion listens to the drum, to the heartbeat of Mother Earth. That's pagan, Gabriel, savages do that kind of thing. How can you listen to people like--? Christianity asks people to eat the flesh of Christ and drink his blood-shit, Jeremiah, eating human flesh, that's cannibalism. What could be more savage-? Jesus wasn't a man. He was the Son of God. Hah! Do you wonder why the world is so filled with blood and war and hate when it has, as its central symbol, an instrument of torture? The crucifix is a symbol of ope, for God's sake, Amanda, I mean Gabriel! It's an instrument of love! Sure. An instrument of love. If you're into whips and chains and pain. Where do you think them priests get their jollies?

I worried I might have a heart as evil and unfeeling as those savages. Just like back in the barracks, all I could think was, What about Clemmie? What about Iyaiya? And I sure didn’t see any answers in the faces twisted with rage for a corn husk doll.

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.

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 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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Technically, Sheena predates even Superman, having first appeared in the primordial dawn of comic books in 1937. But her true origins are older than that. Sheena is often described as the female version of Edgar Rice Burroughs’ 1912 creation, Tarzan. The majority of Burroughs’ popular works revolves around a tension between the savage and the civilized, also seen in Sheena’s adventures. Burroughs’ work, like that of fellow adventure writer H. Rider Haggard, came out of the colonial era, and was written for men and boys who yearned for an escape from stifling modern life, through tales of dangerous worlds and exotic women. The common theme of these stories is that a man from the civilized world finds his way to a fantastic, often barbaric, world of adventure, where he falls in love with an intoxicating savage princess. While most of Burroughs’ heroines, like Dejah Thoris or Dian the Beautiful, were in need of rescuing, Haggard’s 1886 novel She introduced a stronger heroine. The novel’s English protagonist encounters the beautiful queen Ayesha, the ruler of a lost city in Africa. Ayesha is referred to as “she who must be obeyed,” and is a creature that provokes both fear and lust. Ayesha was the ultimate fantasy of civilized man: the beautiful, savage white queen, ruling a kingdom unhindered by the laws of modern morality. This brand of men’s fiction produced the swirling foam of exotic and erotic fantasy from which rose the jungle Venus known as Sheena. (...) Now that we have some historical context on these female monarchs, let’s talk about their specific origins. In the 1930s, there were several studios that produced art and stories for the various publishers who were getting into the new field of comic books. One of the most successful and prolific was the Universal Phoenix Studio, operated by two young artists named Will Eisner and Jerry Iger. In 1937, they created a female Tarzan-type character named Sheena for the British tabloid Wags. The strip was credited to the pseudonym W. Morgan Thomas, and the heroine’s name was meant to remind readers of H. Rider Haggard’s She. Demand for new comic book material was growing in the United States, and American pulp magazine publisher Fiction House was looking for material for a new comic book. Sheena made her American debut in 1938’s Jumbo Comics #1, just three months after Superman’s now legendary first appearance. She was the first female adventure character in comic books. This would be just one of her claims to fame.

You’re a queen,” he told me. “Never let a man half fuck you.

The thing about illusions is, there's always some truth hidden beneath them.

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.

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.

Twisted his balls like a light bulb.

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.

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.

You’re fucking wrong if you think that. You’re not ruined. You’re strong as hell. You’re a queen, with four men who would all get on our knees for you. We wouldn’t want you so damn bad if you weren’t steel all the way through, baby girl. You’re not. Fucking. Ruined.

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!

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.

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!

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.

I’m getting my eyelids surgery done for 2nd session on next Tuesday at 6:30pm in Korea! My eyelids surgery will go well for me in the Raumps Plastic Surgery Hospital! My eyelids surgeon, my eyelids surgery nurses&my eyelids surgery surgeon’s assistant are so amazing to get my eyelids surgery done too! I’m so grateful, so thankful and so lucky to have them in my life as my loved ones too!

Hopefully, I do pass my barista class multiple choices test on next week friday! My barista class is so hectic to learn from that class and my barista class multiple choices test is so intense, stressful&difficult to take it anyways too! I love taking Barista class so far!

I truly don't give a fuck about players who does play around with my feelings! I forgive them, accept their apologies when they do make mistakes towards me! People needs to stop playing around with my feelings! Don't mess with my 100% Savage Queen feelings! Also, I give them many chances to forgive them! I don't need players in my life!

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.

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

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

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!

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!

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!

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!

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

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!

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!

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!