Badass Flags Novels & Stories

“WWAAHHHH!!!….....” Accompanying my debut to the crowd that were gathered in the plaza, was booming chants and clapping hands. Some were seen even waving their small Aeternum Flag in their hands, the proud red and white with sword, shield and 6 stars circling the it, that was the Aeternum official flags. The one from my car were only, Me, Alfred and Alure, yes I brought Alure Johnson to the trial, after all she was my official secretary, although she was still new to her job.

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

On cue, men with weapons, with the same tattoos emerged from the shadows. My eyes widened when I realized what their tattoos means. It's an arrow and a sword depicted together with a gothic letter R in the middle. These men are rebels! "The master will love this. Let's bring them to our hideout. Take them to the wagon," one of the rebels ordered. "NO!" I shrieked and elbowed the man who was holding me on my left arm. He lost his grip on me as he fell to his knees. He was clutching his stomach while grunting in pain. I shifted my haze to Ayla and I saw how she tried to free herself from the men. She succeeded which made the rebels frantic and furious.

Temperance hands her the flag that had been draped over Doug’s coffin. The Biczi Pack flag is silver with glitter radiating from a black howling wolf with Biczi Pack under it. Temperance and Sebastian folded the flags in honor of the fallen. If it had not been such a sobering occasion, watching the two of them avoid touching each other would have been comical.

President Gunford passed the microphone to a woman nearby. "Let me set a few things, guys," said Ms. Pola. "Out there are zombies!" he pointed to the majority of District 3. "Each zombie has the intention of taking away your flag. When a zombie takes away your flag, you are already disqualified. But here's a thing, zombies also have a flag. Red flag. When taken to take their flag, it means you won't be attacked or chased by that zombie. You are invisible with his eyes. The one who reaches the finish line with the reddest flags, that's the winner!" The people cheered. They seemed to like what was going to happen.

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

I asked seeing the driver alarmed. “Forget about Henry and do what you have to do with this.” He commented pointing to the mark on his neck. I relaxed understanding the situation, but his hands on my waist I had me a little anxious. “I have some rules for tonight.” I said spreading the base. “And what are those?” he asked almost purring. “First, no pictures with me. Second, no names. And third, no displays of affection in front of people.” “No photos or names? Why, baby? Did you leave a boyfriend in Chicago and you don't want him to know that you are with me?”

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ “Wow… she’s here,” the angry man beside me from earlier says. “Such evil beauty. Have a one-night stand with me, and I’d consider taking your side.” Could you men not sexualize everything? “How about I pair my butler back home for a one-night stand with your father?” I retort. "Oh, I prefer shipping men together... I just think they deserve eachother."

I scoffed quietly. The same words, the same actions, the same expression. Blood poured from below her belly, staining the seat of my Ferrari. "Madeline! Please hold on, it's a red light!" Madeline clutched her belly, her voice rising in a sharp, piercing tone. "Matt, are you trying to kill me? You've got to run the red light! I can't take it anymore!" I twirled my finger absentmindedly on the steering wheel. "Madeline, running the red light is illegal and I'll get a fine. We should be good citizens, right?"

Fvcking b*stard ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *