Badboy Novels & Stories

He utters coolly with his trademark, bad boy smolder. I tighten my jaw and lick my lips. Kell cross is the school’s bad boy. He began school last year with his three brothers, Mikhail, Rowan, and Carrick. They were the talk of the school from then on. Four gorgeous boys who live in a home for troubled teens are definitely fodder for juicy speculation. It doesn’t help that they are all fine specimens of manhood.

But baby, that's what makes us good in bed It's bad We drive each other mad It might be kinda sad But I think that's what makes us good in bed It's bad We drive each other mad It might be kinda sad But I think that's what makes us good in bed Yeah, we don't know how to talk (Mm) But damn, we know how to fuck I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad Messin' with my head, head, head, head, head We drive each other mad, mad, mad, mad, mad But baby, that's what makes us good in bed Please Come take it out on me, me, me, me, me I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad But baby, that's what makes us good in bed It's bad We drive each other mad It might be kinda sad But I think that's what makes us

Awful. And from everything she’s ever heard about Blaze Castelli ⏤ Awful was him. He was a horrible monster. There was nothing else to it. He was bad. The bad boy, the bad guy, the one who makes the bad decisions, the one leaving everyone else feeling bad while he was left unscathed. Those were the rumors, and though you’re told not to believe everything you hear, she should have listened to the warnings. Blaze Castelli was bad news. Some might even say he was the devil in disguise.

God forbid bad thing! Johnson ➡ Wait oo, oloshi, do you think I'm stupid like you? Really me impregnate you? You dey craze, no self you dey mad, Misguided element, Uncharted life form! Ur generation sick for head! Yes, we would have been an item, but you've slept with slots of men, and I can't merge myself with a public transport which everyone has entered, Ashawo, you no well? BigBam ➡ So you get mouth abi? You go see na,you don chop toto finish, you want scatter run! Idiot, besides you no get proof!

Then again, what do molested kids look like? “Hey,” I say and clear my throat. Small talks shouldn’t be this hard. I point to his tray. “Tastes nice, huh?” His head raises from his plate, I shrivel when his cold eyes meet mine. I will pick Ben’s glare over his. The dark eyeliner. Black lipstick. Jet black hair. Spiky hair and boots. Everything about him screams evil and gothic. He stands, I am about to apologise when he walks out on us with both hands clenching his tray. Maria giggles when he stops in front of the trash can and empties his meal into it. He turns once to send me his middle finger.

Dylan says. I roll my eyes, “I miss you too.” “Soooo,” Tommy starts, “How was your first day?” “It was...interesting. I made 2 friends. Charlie and Maddy.” “Charlie! Who said you could speak to boys?” Ryan says. “Calm down, Charlie is short for Charlotte. You’ll be happy to know that all of the boys I have interacted with so far are complete assholes so I will definitely not be pursuing any of them.” “They were assholes to you? What did they do? Do we need to come kick their asses?” Tommy asks in rapid succession.

“Nothing — it was just a —” “Don't you fucking lie to me, you little bitch,” he squinted his eyes in anger. My fingers gripped the clutch tightly, the devil's eyes caught on, and he ripped the clutch from my grasp. “Please, don’t,” I cried as I saw him snatch my cell phone out. “What have we got here?” He unlocked my device, and he read Badboy2.0's message out loud. “So you are into bad boys — are you fucking now?”

I didn’t really expect him to sing with me but here we are. Oh, I've been shaking I love it when you go crazy You take all my inhibitions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back There's nothing holdin' me back

- Insulting Blade is my favourite pastime. You aren't bad until you can out sprint boys in a foot chase. - I should reconsider going to the Olympics. You aren't bad until your initials spell out something- mine spells SIN You aren't bad until no matter what, you always have a backup plan. My backup plans run from A-Z. You aren't bad until you have a theme song. - I like to think of mine as Michael Jackson's BAD. You aren't bad until you have watched The Titanic without crying. - my tears have all been dried up.

"I detest people walking out on me." She tisked, relaxing comfortably in her seat. "You'll have to get used to it, il mio cattivo. It's a perchant of mine." He raised a brow. "My nickname for you." Her lips curled up, "My bad guy." He rolled his eyes but said nothing else. "So tell me" She waved off the waiter, "Who is Domenico de Cerintti?" "Answer it for yourself." "I don't know which is why I ask you."