Novel & Cerita Bad Guys Books

Good book. Is this all, getting in a good book? Then I would love to be in his bad book for my life. Good book my ass...! *************

Kylan winked. "Aish! Seriously? Here I was thinking you're taking me to somewhere special for the first time but this? A bookstore?" Joan rolled her eyes. "This place is actually special to me,and you're the first girl I'm bringing here" Joan blinked. "Don't blush and help me out with this..." He held her hand and pulled her to the fiction books section. Joan frowned and start picking anything she came across. "Are you angry?" Kylan ask noticing her change in expression.

Since we have many things we've bought, Anely goes with Franco to leave them in the cars while the two other men escort me and wait outside the bookstore. I'm so engrossed in looking at the books that I don't notice two men positioning themselves close to me, one on each side, until it's too late, and I feel one of them place a cloth over my nose. Fear invades me as I try to scream, but my body starts to feel heavy, and I lose myself in the darkness.

I lashed at her and there began the World War 3000! “Who do you think you are Zack?? What do you think of yourself?? First, you start drinking at an illegal age and now, I had to bail you out from jail?? Seriously, you have gone to that level of being a teenage bad boy??” she scorned at me taking all her wrath out at once.

Dave and Zoe said in unison. "Those 3 guys are the founders, owners, stakeholders and whatever else kind of ownership there is of the Bad Boys Club." At this Annabel Reed's eyes came up from her book "I said no talking! " she looked at me "I heard you got into trouble at English today? You should learn to do more than drool over people who will laugh at you after pranking you and get your nose buried in your book." The poor juniors seating with us flinched at the sight of their head girl's rage but if Annabel Reed noticed it she didn't say anything about it. With her never smiling face and commanding tone my guess is she grew up in a military base.

Samara whispered while covering her mouth. "What do you think?" Shawn said, annoyed. Samara observed Shawn's face. Not a single wound was scratched on his face. Then, Samara turned her attention to Shawn's three victims. "Now I'm dead," said Samara. "Dead?" Shawn asked in disbelief. "Over this scumbags?" "You don't understand. Sammy's over if they make a report, Brother. As soon as Sammy's boss finds out what you did to them, Sammy will be the one to get the consequent!"

There's nothing more dangerous than a man who knows how intelligent and drop-dead gorgeous he is. That's exactly what he was - dangerous. Arriving a tad bit early to class Maya sat in her usual seat with her usual hot chocolate and chocolate chip cookie that Denzel -the barista- had served her again. Her book of choice today was The Reader but only because she had to read it. The assignment was to read the first ten chapters but she was way passed that and already almost done with the whole book. It picked at her curiosity – and almost kept her mind off of Reid.

“No.” His disconnect from the world triggered my sarcastic nature to say, “What? You live in a cave when you aren’t killing people?” His gaze never left the road, his expression neutral. “I’m always killing people.” I shook my head, trying dislodge info I really didn’t want to know. If he didn’t watch TV, he didn’t know what he was driving into. “It’s one of the most popular shows on television.” “And?” “And one of the big baddies ran the town of Woodbury, Georgia.”

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

I cut him off. The words came out sharp and direct. I wasn't interested in preambles. I wasn't interested in carefully constructed sentences. I wanted a straight answer and I wanted it now. Eric looked at me for a moment. Then he nodded, like he had expected exactly that. "My name is Eric Carrington," he began, his voice dropping slightly, taking on a different weight entirely. "I run one of the largest criminal syndicates in this country. I control a network of underground operations across the city—the casinos, the clubs, the trafficking of weapons, territories, everything that moves in the dark in this city moves because I allow it to.”