Badboy Adalah Novels & Stories

"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."

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.

Dylan says. I roll my eyes, “I miss you too.” “Soooo,” Tommy starts, “How was your first day?” “It was...interesting. I made 2 friends. Charlie and Maddy.” “Charlie! Who said you could speak to boys?” Ryan says. “Calm down, Charlie is short for Charlotte. You’ll be happy to know that all of the boys I have interacted with so far are complete assholes so I will definitely not be pursuing any of them.” “They were assholes to you? What did they do? Do we need to come kick their asses?” Tommy asks in rapid succession.

# Bonus Chapter 13: The Boyfriend His name was Daniel Park. He was seventeen. He drove a sensible car, got decent grades, and had the misfortune of falling for Emma Morrison—whose father was Duke Morrison, president of the Riot Kings, six foot two, two hundred and fifteen pounds, and deeply opposed to the concept of teenage boys. Emma brought him home on a Sunday. Presented him at the front door like she was presenting evidence in a trial. "This is Daniel. He's been driving me to school for two weeks and I should have mentioned it sooner but I wanted to make sure he wasn't weird first." She looked at Duke. "He's not weird."

he sighed, "you're not doing anything wrong to feel guilty. He sprung his feelings onto you and you are not there yet." What he said made sense and I was surprised at how easy he was to talk to. "That's really good advice." "If you tell anyone I'll kill you," he smiled. "Why?" "Because I don't want them to think I'm a nice person." "And why is that?" "Because I'm not a nice person, Bambi." Holden took a sharp turn joining the traffic. "So what do you do?" I asked. "I'm a male escort," he said and I couldn't tell if he was joking by how serious he looked.

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.

Erica moved back to Beverly Dale to find out the fat freak she used to bully isn't the freekles boy she used to know. The braces were gone, the shyness was gone, muscles replaced the chubbiness. He is literally a hot piece of cake. The Bryan Andrews that had a serious crush on her years back now checks all the bad boy boxes. Tattoos. Check ✅. Piercings. Check. ✅ . Bluntness. Check. ✅ Dominance ✅ check. Bullying ✅ check. Fuck boy ✅ check.

I just hoped that the evening went good with the bad boy. But then putting good and bad boy in the same sentence was bizarre and absurd. It was like having Jay Z and Solange in the same room. It would probably end up in a disaster. I blew a breath of air intent on not getting affected by whatever would happen in near future. Bad boys are bad addictions!

Reece whispers, concern in her voice. "Yes I can. I am not going to miss class because of some. . . . .badboy." I can feel Luke's eyes burning through the skin of my face, but I don't fucking care. If he is angry that I called him a badboy, then he is a more excellent denial expert than the disciple Peter of the bible.

Kylie doesn't exist! Uncle: Huh? Serena: The landlord made a mistake… copied his name wrong. That old toad set me up for misery. Now I'm stuck in a house with a guy that pretty much just walked out of the stone ages. Uncle: He's that bad? Serena: The absolute worst. Acts as though he was raised in a barn. Uncle: hahaha I'd love to meet this Kyle! He seems like the perfect match for you. Serena: Yeah… until I need you to bail me out of prison at midnight.