Baddie Caribbean Novels & Stories

She replied and that was the end of that topic. We spent the rest of the lunch time laughing at lame people and mocking low class students that kept embarrassing themselves. "Hey barmy!" Ava yelled at a girl trying to stuff her doughnuts at the same time into her mouth. According to Ava, barmy is like a British phrase for a stupid or crazy person. "Take it a little easy on yourself, of your parents can't afford a doughnut they can't possibly afford a good hospital you know..." She said and almost everybody in the cafeteria burst out laughing.

“Why the hell would I do that?” “Because you’re bored out of your mind,” Marcus shot back. “Because she bruised your ego in front of the whole hallway. And because it’ll be hilarious watching the great Aiden Voss chase a girl who doesn’t want him.” Tyler whistled. “Loser pays for spring break in Santorini. Full crew, private villa, yacht, everything. That’s real money if you fail.”

Centuries. Darkness. Loneliness. Waiting. Starving. Dreaming. Praying. Not evil. Not originally. Something abandoned. Something twisted by endless isolation. Something that no longer remembered what it had once been. “She promised.” Pain flooded my chest. “She promised me.” I saw Selene. Broken. Destroyed. Holding her dying daughter. And I understood. The bargain. Not power. Not immortality. Not conquest. Companionship. The creature had been alone. And Selene—

He looked her way, and she quickly stood at tension, saluting like a soldier. She cursed herself for doing that immediately. Madden got in the car without acknowledging it. He drove out with the girls. Adeline dropped her hand from her head slowly. Was that stupid? Yes. -- [A Dock- 9Pm] The black car pulled to a stop on the rusty ground, and Madden came out with the girls at the same time. The clan trades with several cartels, and Wild Boars are one of the biggest, so this is not their first meeting, but The Pakhan sensed a wrong click at their end, which is why he sent Madden instead of Igor to avoid unnecessary mishaps.

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

Laura "Can you please turn the music off? It's so annoying." I blurted out, sneaking a glance at the driver. Grandfather's father driver was just like him, depressing as hell. He had been driving the car so fast even after telling him to slow down. Above that, he played some bedtime 1980s music like I want to know what love is, I'm on fire, put some sugar on me and now the careless whisper. Like what the heck? Where was his mannerism?

We head to the bar and Mom orders 4 tequila shots. “Yes, Sue!” Monroe says and gives her a high five. I wonder idly whether or not my girlfriend becoming friends with my mother is cause for concern. We all take our shots and decide on a round of rum and cokes because apparently in the Carribean that means a glass of rum with a splash of coke. We decide to check out the casino area first. Mom goes for roulette, Ben goes for black jack and I follow Monroe to a texas hold ‘em table. “Do you play?”

I opened it slowly, one hand gripping the edge of the door frame, the other still buzzing with leftover adrenaline. Sean stepped in, not a scratch on him, but he was breathing like he’d just run from the devil himself. His shirt was soaked through, gun still in hand, though pointed to the floor. His eyes scanned the room quickly, landing on Tamara. He gave a short nod of respect before turning to me. “They were the Caribbean Mafia,” he said, voice low, controlled, but I could hear the pulse of rage under it. “They stormed the perimeter. Two trucks. Armed.”

I want all of the Caribbean, not just Mexico. Yesterday I had a meeting with Don Gonzalez. The most ruthless man ever known in the Caribbean. The only one I dare not rival. We have an unspoken understanding. He respects me because of what I have achieved on my own. He knows that I am strong and ambitious. I respect him because I know he can do me over in a blink of an eye. He is the most powerful in the Caribbean. The police don't even bother with him anymore. His brutal ways earned him the title "The Iron Fist", but only a few eyes have seen him. I cannot have the Caribbean without going through Don Gonzalez. That would be me asking for a show down. A very unwise move. The meeting I had wit

Queen " Okay then, over and out. * Riding through the streets of Gwagulada with his convoys, Badmus enjoys the company of two strippers he picked up at the club. Thanks to his tinted windshields, nobody could hear or see what was going on inside the car except his driver. Things soon get intense between the commissioner and the strippers and before long, they soon get nasty and intimate. Badmus " (moans) Oh yes.. Suck that d--k you b--tches. That's it. Wrap those wet tongues around my mast. Ohh yeah. Stripper 1" Keep throwing more money at us and we might suck that tiny hole between your b--tt cheeks. Badmus " Don't worry you nasty b--tches, Money is no problem of mine.