Novel & Cerita Baddie Bakugo

He was dressed in black jeans and wore a blue shirt that had three of its buttons unfastened at the top and he paired the look with scary-ass-looking black boots. It was weird but he shared a very disturbing resemblance to Tony. "Well, look who we have here. If it isn't Ballo's little plaything." He said in a dark tone and had a sadistic smirk on his face. I took a deep breath to keep my calm at his words. I couldn't afford to be rude or harsh with him because I couldn't afford the risk. I didn't know who this guy was but he was obviously really dangerous and I wasn't sure what more he was capable of.

It's bad, real bad. But no, you don't have to worry about me. I might be one of their bullied but, good for me that I have a secret admirer who wouldn't let that happen, again. As much as I despise my admirer, I am happy that I am safe. At least, there's some assurance that I'm not bullied. Not that it didn't happen. The bitch club basically bullied me once, and you know what happened. "Just because we are not bullying you doesn't mean-" Abina, one of the minions of Cassandra spoke.

"You're just a child. I'm sure your mother bows when she changes your underpants." All three laughed and my fascination and admiration came to an abrupt halt. No one insults a royal silver dragon. I charged. Hitting Bastian was like slamming into solid rock. We both plummeted toward the ground in a tangle of wings and talons. Sarn used his claws and grasped where my wings met my body to stop us from crashing. Bastian twisted away and skyrocketed high into the clouds with a plume of smoke drifting behind him.

“Since you'll be my Luna, I might as well give you a headstart. Rogue attacks and other stress.” “Rogue attacks?” I tilted my head to the side, quite surprised. Silver Moon pack was known for their little to no rogue attacks and for an attack to take a toll on him, something must be wrong, or something else was originally wrong, which I wasn't interested in asking so he won't get the wrong ideas here. “Yes. It seems they are planning something and I don't think it'll be anything good at all.” He explained, his chin resting against his knuckles as he stared at me with a small smile which I just ignored.

But it still worked in situations like this. ‘Marquee?’ Is he one of the three rogue bosses in this city? I clearly remember the names of the rogue bosses here are Obsidian, Bado, and Art. But the men who took Lia are Obsidian’s men. They have diamond tattoos on their necks. Well, Mario’s neck has no diamond ink. “Where have you seen me?” I asked. “Boss… bossman has a picture of you in his office, and he’s been searching for you,” he murmured.

"Our leader, Zaykee, is small, but terrible since he can use his gravity manipulation, close combat skills, brain, and his fire element. "Kai, he is an energetic kid, always positive, he always smiles and laughs. Moreover, he is the leader of the holocaust that occurred in my city. His combat skills are excellent too. He is an ice elemental user there has the ability of telepathy because of the Beta mark. In conclusion, he might be kind and stubborn, but he is a monster during a fight,

BGN1 snickered, thinking just how useless his choice of weapon was against his extremely, bulky muscular form. He flexes his biceps and his chest muscles after eyeing the arnis on both his hands. He then motioned for him to attack. Tradd’s ego is bigger than BGN1’s body so he rose up to his challenge and charged towards him, swinging and hitting him with the arnis stick on his arms, trailed his attacks lower on his legs.

said Yugo, the man in the middle. "You talk politely to my sister!" Shawn snapped as he stepped forward to approach Yugo, but Samara held Shawn back again for the umpteenth time. Indra, who was next to Yugo, sneered, "Oh, you're her brother? No wonder." Hearing and seeing how Indra underestimated him, Shawn's hands clenched into fists. "What you mean?" he asked in a muffled voice from his clenched jaw. Indra shrugged. "Just curious. What kind of brother lets his sister practice different styles with mashers on the bed? Or... could it be you, huh, who taught her?" said Indra, which was immediately followed by the laughter of his two friends.

"Yeah sure, extra cheese." Soon the source of the voice came in sight. I squinted my eyes to get a better look. He looked young, maybe a few years older than me but definitely young. He had dirty blond hair and pretty hazel eyes. A gun rested on his hand as he smirked at me. He looked way too good to be in a gang but then Bryan was in this gang too so it was okay. Guess hot guys love joining gangs and then regretting it. Bad boys and their gangster love.

Even the teacher stood amazed at the sight his eyes bulging out of his head. A small smile etched upon my face as I gaze upon the so called bad boys Kristrin Slovac, Kyle Bower and the twins. Kristrin the leader as everyone calls him dressed in a black leather jacket, white t-shirt and a black denim jeans, his thick black hair styled to perfection, thick muscles prominent within his clothing and a perfectly chiseled face made him look definitely like a hot bad boy or playboy for that matter. While his best friend Kyle had a dark skin tone, very tall with a slender body that could die for he was more of a supermodel type girls drooled at him.