Baddie Caribbean 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."

So, before the car could hit again, Shawn quickly turned the wheel and dodged. Shawn managed to dodge the second hit, but that didn't stop the car from giving up. In fact, the car immediately chased its lateness as Shawn drove fast. All right, so they needed a little speed? Even if they had a car as fast as Shawn's car, they wouldn't necessarily be able to catch up to Shawn, who was known as the number one person in the street race world. Not to mention the car chasing Shawn was a double cabin type that only wins strong in the body but lost in acceleration. They obviously didn't know their rival yet.

He just looked at me for couple of seconds and the turned his face forwards to look at the road as he chuckled. “okay we will stop at some diner and have something to eat okay?” He said smiling at me. I switched the radio on his car since the car was silent and the only thing that could be hear was the car itself, kaiden owns a black maserati and let me tell you it’s sexy asf and he know how to drive it to its limits. I placed my head against the window as I took in the beautiful view we just passed.

Charmaine is a slut, she is desperate to where she will do anything to get a man, that includes giving them sexual flavors. I don’t care I will make it my mission to get Harlem on my side, I cannot help but to feel attraction towards him. I need excitement in my life, I see Harlem being a bad boy. I need that bad boy to fuck me so hard that I will scream his name, thinking about him got me arouse with lust.

The only times we called were to ask about things in the room or if any one of us were around to pick up something for the other. "Do you think he's romantic?" Andrea asked. I groaned. "I don't know. I don't know that guy like that and I've told you he's bad news. Like the bad boy type of bad news. He doesn't care about people's feelings, Andrea." She shrugged. "You've told me before but a bad boy is my type. They are good in bed, hot, sexy, protective, possessive, and love hard when they fall for someone for the first time."

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.

Chukwudi said as he looked back “Shoot them” Baddo said as he rode faster, both cars running on high speed through the dark road. Baddo happens to be a skilled driver as he created enough distance between them and the police but the police kept following the back light of their car, Baddo suddenly turns of all the lights and making the cops lose track of them, he then drives recklessly into a dark bushy pat. The police van comes some distance then stops "Shit we lost them" one of the officer said

I can always handle myself but it feels good to have her around me in the mornings since we don’t have any class together. It’s too silent. And the silence unnerves me, it’s not normal. Broadway Heights is filled with different categories of teenagers. The good, the bad, the ugly and the evil so silence on a Friday morning should worry anyone. And it bothers me. Even Maria. She retrieves her phone from her bag, I laugh on seeing the big fluffy ears attached to the case of her iPhone. She calls it a fashion statement, I call it a miss.

And just like the best actor I was, I tried to change my facial expression into a very sweet fucking smile, and Carla began. “Good morning, Exclusives! This is Carla Garner, and we’re here again for another pleasant, juicy, and of course—exclusive broadcast with our favorite real-life personalities. Today sitting with us is none other than our famous, rich, and handsome ‘new kid on the block,’ the owner of Stark Apparel Inc., Mr. Gabriel Stark!” The audience around us erupted into a round of applause. They fucking left the game to watch this stupid interview. I waved to the camera and grinned as if this kind of thing pleased me.

he said smiling. "God forbids it for me. It seems you ain't getting it, you of all people should know better than me that integrity is far too expensive for your kind. Your life is full of dark shadows; an addict who go about abusing women, you trade in illegal businesses, people are scared of you because you've become a deadly mafia.The troubler of the neighborhood and the worst nightmare of Los Bahamas.Our hood is now a den for thug life all because of Bob Joker". she retorted in rage.