Bad Buddy Novels & Stories

Chukwudi said as he looked back “Shoot them” Baddo said as he rode faster, both cars running on high speed through the dark road. Baddo happens to be a skilled driver as he created enough distance between them and the police but the police kept following the back light of their car, Baddo suddenly turns of all the lights and making the cops lose track of them, he then drives recklessly into a dark bushy pat. The police van comes some distance then stops "Shit we lost them" one of the officer said

“I don’t think that’s a deal you want to make. My shits pretty heavy.” He spits on his hand. “I, Aidan Gabriels, will be your hell buddy, Freya Hanning. For worse or the worst.” I spit on my hand and shake his. “And I, Freya Hanning, will be your hell buddy, Aidan Gabriels. To the depths of darkness and back.”

Just as he got there, Shawn knew who the madman wanted to spend his money on this many people. Standing at the table holding up a beer bottle, Adam babbled and laughed. Some of his friends forced him to get off the table, but Adam refused. He was so drunk that Shawn doubted he was serious about giving away free beers, but none of his friends stopped people from getting beers. So maybe it was confirmed that Adam had gone mad.

He looked like a messed up lion, but in a cute way. "Uhm, Hi again" he said to Serra. Serra and Mira both looked at him. The emotions they felt was slowly receding on their faces. "Are you a Badblood?" His face was playful and apologetic, he wears the kind of expression that you can't be angry.

"At least promise me that you will ensure I have as little interaction with your work buddies as possible, especially your boss!" Dad always speaks so fondly of the almighty Damien Bradley Lane Blackwood, but never forgets to mention his less than undesirable characteristics. From what dad has told me about him; which is a lot, I have summed him up as a classic, ruthless, won't hesitate to chop your head off, movie drug cartel leader. He sounds like someone who should be the head of the Russian mafia or something- and trust me I do not want to see myself anywhere near him, I am sure a single look from him is enough to ruin a person irrevocably. "You do not have to worry about Mr Blackwood, h

This fuck Mikhail Zubrinsky could buy and sell three third world countries and still be a multi billionaire. Why the fuck he needed to get caught up in this shit was anyone's guess but I guess once an agent always an agent. It had been fun pitting my skills against the best The Rus had to offer. They thought they were so slick, thought they were getting one over on the good old U.S. of A but they were fucked. Even now as we speak the rest of my team was busy rounding up his lackeys. His front man had been the first to go down, then the assholes that'd been peddling this shit from Kansas to Texas.

mom said. Ugh! She is infuriating. "You know he has a really bad reputation at school. I bet he bullies people every day at school. Everyone is scared of him because of his tattoos and scars. I mean, what kind of guy gets tattoos at his age? He's not even eighteen. I mean, who even allowed it?" I ramble. I don't know why I'm so adamant about making him sound bad to my mother. It's as if seeing him being friendly with my mom bothers me. Why can't he act like that with me too?

he replied. "It is Friday, so what are your plans for the weekend?" he asked as if he didn't know well that his bestfriend has a string of women waiting for him. "You know, same old thing" Michael shook his head and smile, " Bro, don't you ever get tired of this game? I bet by now you have almost emptied the milk inside that monster between your legs" Alex threw his head backwards and gave a hearty laugh, " this monster here bro can never go dry, and you Don't you ever get tired of being married and sleeping with only one woman, I can bet my life that this shitty decision is boring"

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔

I had made sure to never be left alone in the building with the previous guard though because I hadn’t trusted him. “We have a new security system being implemented,” he told me, He then looked through his computer screen until he found my name. He typed some things in the boxes and then handed me a new badge. “This is just a temporary one. The boss is doing a bunch of cuts and when everything is done, the remaining employee’s will be issued permanent badges,” he finished, looking sorry. I had a bad feeling I was one being let go. I had to suppress the tears one more time.