Romans & histoires Baddie Deku

Thor tapped it, leading him to Erric’s Gossips box, and saw the previews. Drink me! Omg ur so hot ERRIC BEST BOI hi DADDY did you mean need someone* to drink? Kent and Deuss arrived topless and wondered why Thor was laughing. Kent ran and jumped into the pool splashing on Paul Sohan and his glass of cola. “Hey! What if you drink this?” he protested. “Give it to the staff, tell them my sweat’s there. They’d take it.” Deuss stood behind the laughing Thor and took the phone from him. He scoffed and smiled and started typing. Erric couldn’t care less. Deuss was the best on nasty things among them all.

That bastard will age like fine wine instead of the rotten milk he is. No, James Sullivan Junior can’t be my stepbrother. It’s a trap, a death sentence and my mother is the one brandishing the knife against my throat. “Addie, um…this is James. I know you said you didn’t know him earlier but surely you recognize him from school.” My mum says carefully. “Hi, kid. I don’t want to jump the gun here on the off chance that you don’t recognize me. But, like your mother said, I am James Sullivan and I have collaborated with Nexus High since its inception.”

Coach couldn’t find out we were here on a Sunday, or there could be real consequences, and I didn’t have time to deal with that shit now, especially on top of everything else going on. “Bro I’m literally just…” He was already on his phone. “Devon.” “One second…” “Who are you calling?” “I’m FaceTiming Jade, she asked what I was doing today and I said nothing but now I’m doing something so…” The call connected before I could stop him and a redhead’s face appeared on the screen, Cocomelon playing behind her, clearly in the middle of getting ready for something. “Devon, oh my God, finally, I’ve been so bored… My baby sister has been driving me nuts all day!”

Instead of satisfaction, his anger and irritation surged. “FUCK!!” He stormed out of the main security office, slamming the door behind him. Kaizer casually flicked the cockroaches off his body. The war between them had begun, unrelenting, and neither would ever surrender. The Guerrero mansion itself would tremble under the chaos of a young master and a bodyguard who refused to yield.

Then, just as the floor threatened to give way beneath me, a deep voice cut through the chaos. “Actually,” I heard a voice coming from the crowd. “That story wasn’t about Trey.” My head jerked toward the voice, and for a moment, my mind went completely blank. No. It couldn’t be. Jaxon Carter. The Ice Hounds’ captain and the team's notorious Playboy. It's safe to say he was my least favourite person because he was Trey's biggest rival. I dreaded coming in contact with him because his ego was way bigger than the whole hockey team.

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.

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.

The big black horses barely made any sound, there was no conversation among the big guards who had large scary tattoos around them. Leading the guards, were four people on black horses; Demenicus Darke, the alpha of the skull pack, Simion and Euvene Darke, the alpha first twin sons, and lastly Reven. F. Darke, the bastard last son of the alpha, who was known by other packs as the Deathkeeper, because of his brutality and savagery.

I had no idea he overheard me. "Yep, that's the one," Kadeem confirms, glancing at his uncle. "I can go full, on-Broadway, original-run, Hamilton kind of good. That's the top of the range, just so you know. Treat us decently, and I’ll give the pack a stunning look at just how traitorous, dangerous, and blood thirsty I am. I'll make you look like Superman." Bob scowls at him, but Kadeem just grins back mischievously.

~Dex’s Point of View~ “My name is Dex, not even short for Dexter,” I state, as the female I now know as Dakota scoffs. The bold tattoo on the male next to her, tells me exactly who he is, and that I have to get him the fuck away from her. I’d carefully studied the top five would-be Alphas that would be here, and I know damn well he’s the worst. The fact that they know each other makes me sick. I’ll have to get to the bottom of that. Thankfully my pack is isolated, we don’t really have any enemies. But I know that isn’t the case for most.