Bad Guy Lego Ninjago Novels & Stories

Slowly— She closed her locker. The soft click sounded louder than it should have. Then— She turned. --- The boy stood there. A few steps away. His fists clenched at his sides. Eyes red—not from sleep. From something else. Something heavier. Grief. Anger. Blame. All mixed into something ugly. Something raw. Something real. “He would still be alive if you had acted sooner, bitch.” --- Silence. Complete. The hallway didn’t just quiet down.

What a bastard. "Nick deserves it. But really dude, when Ryan punched Nick, it reminded me of the time of our high school. Damn, Ryan was the coolest at that time. Nick is going to learn his lessons soon. If he is bad, Ryan is his dad." My friend, Henry laughed, giving Dihan a high-five. Dihan is my other childhood friend who has biased me for punching his enemy. I think it's not only him, so many students were glad about the fact that Nick got a punch on his face.

This was do or die. As Naraja got off the ground quickly, the black human-like monster immediately kicked him in the stomach with its left leg that sent him flying back a little, but in the moment of the impact Naraja kept his weight grounded to the ground from his core to his feet as he skidded backwards on the ground. Thanks to that he was able to stop himself, then as Naraja stomped his left leg into the ground, even with it being damaged. Naraja, continued to charge forward.

Nathan came back and dragged his father's body out. Kane stood up and walked over to me. "But a taste won't hurt, right?" He mumbled. He leaned down to my neck, and I squirmed against him. I felt his lips on my neck. I instantly pulled out the glass that was now piercing my palm. I stabbed it into his leg. He groaned out in pain and stumbled back. I pulled it out and stabbed his arm. He grabbed the glass from my hand and tossed it to the side. I looked at the glass, and that's when I felt something hard hit me on my head, causing me to black out instantly.

I’ve been described with a lot of unpleasant and derogatory descriptions all my life because of just doing something I wanted to do. Horrible, nasty, filthy, awful, terrible, dick, weak, scumbag, dirtbag, stinkpot, and douche bag and almost every negative adjective Merriam-Webster could think of. People got to say what they got to say and for me, it’s not that bad when you feel that you’re the good guy and the rest is just being a villain charged with the hunger to destroy you. I think that way. I’m a fucking legend.

The kid did not introduce himself to them, he went by himself around the place without even telling his brothers. Erric and Mea discussed their contract. Mea will be the Lin brothers’ photographer for Gossip. That’s why he handed him his phone for a quick evaluation of how she would manage to take a picture without her DSLR camera. As awkward as Mea felt, she looked at him through Gossip’s camera on his phone. She was impressed that he had posed well, he knew his optimal angles and crossed his legs as he sat on the sofa. He rested both his arms on the backrest with one finger bent to support the side of his head. He nailed it on one pose.

"Why Duke? Why this club?" "Because I could." Connor's mask slipped completely, showing the monster underneath. "Because I saw a mark too good to pass up. A motorcycle club with assets, a president wracked with guilt, a story I could use to tear it all apart. You were a bonus, sweetheart. Pretty face, convenient weakness." "You're insane," Duke said. "I'm practical." Connor raised the gun, pointing it at Duke. "And now I'm done. Federal prison? That's not for me. But I'm not going out alone."

she said, and walked away slowly swaying her hip seductively. The stranger eyes followed her every move, he waited for over five minutes before following suit, his cock was already swelling as he drew nearer to the room, he knocked once and entered only to find her sitting on the counter, legs slightly apart swinging her panties with one finger. Every girl has the bad girl vibe and Serena knew she had one deep inside of her, but she never for once show that side to Simon who was the gentle easy going type, but with this stranger looking at her with pure lust in his eyes, Serena knew she had to bring up the bad girl vibe for him to know she was also a game.

"Don’t you remember the rule is there isn’t any rules. You are allowed to play dirty." I scoffed staring at the tablet. "That’s a shitty rule." "It is what it is." I stared at the tablet intently watching every move that creepy guy will pull. Tyler still riding the same BMW, but it seems he have it upgraded. It’s much faster than the last time. His opponents is riding a Nissan GT-R. Damn… what a beautiful car. It seems that they are trying to lead the race since both of them have a fast car, but they are struggling to lead. They remain in the same pace.

“She did. There’s no way you can beat her with the kind of skill you have. You have a long way to go, buddy.” “Buddy?” he grumbles. “Now I’m buddy?” I turn off the console and turn to him. “What do you want to be?” “Something that rhymes with that.” I work my brain a little…what the fuck? I roll my eyes. “In your dreams.” He narrows his eyes. “You know, people who have a thing for bad boys have one thing in common.” “What’s that?” “They like it rough.” I can only stare at him.