Baddie Caribbean Novels & Stories

Did I forget to mention that Jake is a giant? Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration but he is at least six four. I'm sure the leather jacket over the tank with the tattoos on his neck and some of the ones on his chest peeping through added to the visage of a badass. People just automatically got out of the way and pretty soon we were in the cool night air. His grip on my hand was tight and sure and gave me strength. I don't know what was coming next but I knew this time I was going to fight. "Let's go baby we'll take my bike and come back for your car later." He pulled me over to this monstrosity of black and chrome. I'm not an expert but I do believe it's what people in the know might call a

She's a baddie, which is obvious, a transformed one because Sandra changed into this bad form due to her financial problem which led to the death of her sister. Isabella's heart beat increased fearfully, sensing what Sandra might ask of her. But she was desperate, and she knew she had no other choice. "I guess you're not ready for this, but will you?" "Chara, please explain to this kitten"she cut her off and hissed out.

Caroline shook her head and Alex himself glared at Leon but Leon wasn't the least bit scared. "How are you two? Alex disappeared, and you guys disappeared too, don't remember me! You bad boys!" Caroline asked in a tone that sounded harsh, but the three men knew that Caroline was just pretending to be upset. Leon walked up to Carolina and hugged the middle-aged woman in a spoilt way.

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.

"You've got the rest of your life to be annoying? Can you take a day off? You'd think it's your full time job." "Your attitude is absolutely disgusting."she gasped. "So is your personality, but you don't hear me complaining about it." I replied. I'm Amelia Black. The daughter of Collin and Maria Black. I'm what the people call the "Bad Girl". They started calling me that so I started becoming that. My reputation started because of what happened in my past and ever since then people won't even give me a chance to explain myself. I didn't believe I would ever meet someone who would see past my bad reputation, until I met him...

Mom said irritably. " Brian's father owes Big D, apparently Mr. Tremblay isn't just some wealthy businessman, he has men who do dirty work for Big D, in order words he trains boys to become assassins for Big D's use." My mom dropped her wine glass and sat up on the chair. " I'm gonna need you to sit down Mason." " Fine" Mason said sitting down. " Go on"

For a moment ,I thought if I should make a snarky remark about how he was flirting with girls and taking their phone numbers and I didn't ask him, but I didn't want to say anything good so I just kept quiet. "You don't want to tell me?" He asked. "He asked for my phone number and I gave it to him." I revealed, because I know Jordan , he's so nosy and will continue asking me about this until I tell him what happened there. Jordan was surprised by my answer and he asked to see my phone to be sure that I took his number and I refused. "Becca ,you shouldn't give or be taking a number of strange guys you meet at bars, you don't know if you just gave a creep your phone number." Jordan said in conc

She thanked Him for all He had done for her. As she approached Baddie’s Burgers in her black Range Rover Velar, the color of her car and ensemble coordinated perfectly with the signs that enveloped the building. The candy apple red, neon Baddie’s Burgers flashed brilliantly across the black background. Let’s get this day started, she thought.

Gabriel unties me without cumming in my ass and makes me stand in front of everyone with nothing but a cockring, harness and collar. “What you see before you is a beautiful birthday boy. My Boy! My Bad Boy who I love with all my heart! My Bad Boy who will be in my bed tonight and always, if I have it my way…Rhett, Sweetheart...I would like to show you the sample for the custom leather pieces I am having made for you and I so that we can have a matching set. I will commission matching pisces for when Rachelle earns her collar as well,” Gabriel says, presenting a beautiful black piece of leather, stamped with a wave pattern and stained with hints of blue and green.

My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I hear a deep, throaty voice, so I look up to face him. A six-foot-five muscular figure graces my eyes, and a small smile spread across my lips. My wait is finally over. He has tanned skin, and his shoulder-length hair is pulled back to reveal a gloomy face. Along with his tattoo sleeves, there is a big, ugly scar spread from his forehead to just below the eyebrow, completing his typical bad boy look. This is the face of Daniel Ortega, the biggest, baddest kid in Skyland High. Or at least misunderstood as one.