Bad Buddy English Translation Novels & Stories

A cruel grin spread across his face. “We use our brains, not our fists, Matthew.” The man in the apron sneered in this believe. “En pocas palabras, cobarde (Italian: In short, coward)” he purposely made it loud so Kuznetsoz men could hear it. The alley fell silent. Five pairs of eyes snapped toward him. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” one of the men in black roared. “Ah—don’t mind me,” the man said casually, tossing the trash into the bin. “I’m just talking to myself.”

The door finally opened; I could smell my freedom. “Adios, Alicia. I want you to know that I’m not a bad person. Take good care of yourself.” He winked at me and closed the door, leaving me outside. It was hard to believe that I was able to escape so easily. It felt too good to be true. I ran as fast as I could and only stopped running when I was far from Smash’s club. I was tired, hungry, and sad. I had nowhere to go. I had no job and a place to stay. I was homeless in a foreign country. I asked some of the people that I came across to help me, but they didn’t because they didn’t understand English. Some treated me like shit because they believed I was a homeless girl. I walked around the c

From the looks of things, I could tell they already dealt with everything that needed to be delt with before I arrived, but something wasn't sitting right with me and that was the fact that the number of enemies was a lot. “You're here.” Jerry said while ripping off his shirt and heading towards me while giving other orders. “Seems you took care of it.” I said and he nodded while looking in the direction of the bodies the men were rounding up. “Is something wrong?” “Yes, a lot of things seem to be wrong. Firstly, they seem to be much weaker than ordinary rogues even though they are rogues and two, they seem they aren't in their right state of mind.” He explained and I didn't really get what

’ [Dear God, what did he say? ‘Warum kümmert es dich, er ist der Freund deines Bruders, das sind sie alle, also denke ich, dass ihr alle gleich denkt. Danke dafür. Oh, und nur damit ihr wisst, dass ich Engländer bin, heißt das nicht, dass ich einfach bin. Sag deinen verdammten Freunden, dass sie das nächste Mal mit einem englischen Mädchen prügeln wollen.’ [Why do you care, he’s your brothers friend, they all are so I guess you all feel the same way. Thanks for that. Oh and just so you know just because I am English does not mean I am easy. Tell your fucking friends that next time they want to chat up an English girl.]

"Fine, but if you get an infection it's your own fault." Translations: Togliti da me- get off of me

You: Well it's ur decision But I will advise u, that I may or may not get lost on my way to the movies🙄 Adrien: Fine I will pick u up. Adrien: How r u going to get lost? Aren't u supposed to be smart?🤔 (￣ー￣) You: First of all, I get lost easily. Second of all, being smart has nothing to do with a person who is bad on taking directions😐 so fuck off🖕🏼🖕🏼

Just us. BASTARD!!!

a six feet man shouted? (Bastards! How will I Answer the boss? Do you know how much we lost due to your lack of attention" ) "B..B.. Boss, ti meriti di essere la nostra testa. Noi... siamo tutti tuoi schiavi. Abbi pietà. ." The man chuckled at his flattery (B..B..Boss, you deserve to be our head. We ...we all your slave. Have mercy.” "bastardo” “I hate your bloody mouth. You know that but you said we lost that money in our drug shipment which we took from the organization. Should I kill you" he kept his gun, a beautiful M677 black mouser.

Let me treat the nth of you to a good time. "Bastard!"

"Oh! My nigga." That was Bad voice coming from the inside. He opened the gate and embraced me warmly. Bad was quite a chubby guy; about 5.6 feet tall, dark in complexion and he was always on a total shaved head, chin, cheeks, and upper lip. "How are you doing bruh?" "I am good fam. Um! Can you please Let off me? I am not some kinda bitch." "You my bitch motherfucker." "Fuck you, Bad get off me."