Bad Buddy Novel English Translation Novelas e Histórias

(translation: I know what you said and no I'm not an assassin {Spanish}) (A/N : guys I'm not fluent in any language, these translations are from g****e translate so if you are fluent please correct me if this is wrong♡) "You understand Spanish?" He asks shocked. I nod my head smiling softly. "I can teach you some french" this time it's Xavier who says this with a wink. I smile pointing the gun at him "it's loaded" I copy Vincenzo. I get up with the gun still in my hand. I go towards my phone texting Bella that we are going out, since she will probably wonder- after she is done with whatever.

"Read page three." Valentina opened it. A witness statement from a neighbor, Mrs. Chen, dated seventeen years ago: *"I heard terrible shouting. Two boys fighting. The older one—Connor, I think—was screaming about money. Said something about 'you'll pay for this' before he drove off. Then the younger one, Duke, came running out, crying. He looked terrified. His father came after him with something in his hand. I called the police but by the time they arrived, everything was quiet."*

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

Avery’s eyes burned as she crushed one of the notes into a ball. “He’s officially the worst human alive. He actually typed that garbage out himself? You’re sure?” I nodded weakly. “He said he wrote every word.” Avery spat the words through clenched teeth. “Unbelievable. Fvcking bastard. He’s not even human. He’s worse than the devil.”

He said while flipping rapidly through the pages, and you'd think it might rip. I snatched the book from him, "Well quit harassing the book." He grinned and then flicked my forehead. "Ow!" I half yelled. I shook my head and then moved to another seat. Just as I'd begun reading, "Tiffy I'm bored." He called me Tiffy... Don't you dare fucking die! *** "Wakey-wakey sleepy head!" A familiar annoying voice yelled. "Urghh!" I groaned. "Get your bony ass off the bed," Zeke said.

she sprinted through the streets, not caring if she bumped into people along the way. She did not look up, afraid to see that they would all have the same blank slate. The girl entered an alley and expected she would not be spotted, but alas, ever since she opened that book, things never went her way. She reached a dead end and was to swivel and make a reverse turn, but the guys blocked her path. “Nowhere to run, little miss.” One of them smirked and edged closer with each step she took backwards. “We’re going to have some ‘fun’, right here and now.” April G’s heart hammered against her chest and her back hit the dead end. She closed her lids, ready to accept her fate as they loomed closer.

“Oh! Okay.” “You can come back for it in three hours.” “Three hours, sure!” My left leg bounced involuntarily, my body reacting in ways I couldn't understand. “Do you know your way back home?” Home… something about the way he said the word made it sound like somewhere safe. “I will call an Uber.” I answered. He seemed to be thinking about it, like he wanted to refuse but then he nodded. “Ai'it then. Be good.” Oh heavens! Being hot was enough, but telling me to ‘be good’ while being so fucking hot was too much for me to handle.

The poor man grabbed it before he went back to focus on driving. “Moto moko atindeki ye lolemo. Nalingi ozuka bango noki mingi.” He spoke again. I should open my G****e Translate here. What if they are gossiping about me? (Someone sent her a tongue. I need you to find them at the earliest.) “Bangi, I swear if you're not going to tell me which language that is or where the hell we are going, then I'm going to be angry.” It's clear. We are not going to his house or the restaurant but where are we going?

said Eden, feeling uneasy around him. “Don’t be silly,” Alfred waved her off and turned to Buddy. “Leave the room,” he said rudely. Buddy didn’t move an inch and kept staring at him. Alfred looked at Eden, his eyes filled with rage, and said, “Ask your dog to fucking leave the room.” “His name is Buddy. And he knows what a piece of shit you are, and so does Bennett. That’s right, I told him everything you did,” Eden snapped at him. “Tell me why you’re here and leave as fast as you can.”

"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."