Baddie Names の小説・ストーリー

“Nah I don’t think so. I don’t think I can believe Tyler is not exactly a bad person. I did tell you about the girl he bullied until she had to leave Edwin and Co. right?” “Yeah, but aren’t you being a bit biased here? The BBC bullied her and Heather happens to be a member of this same Bad Boys Club so technically they all share the blame. And don’t forget you told me that Heather is not exactly who I think she is, so think of Tyler that same way.”

Yes, the girl who looks like a boy is Saraswati. "Who is that bastard ?!" said someone, none other than the Dnakes gangsters. Who doesn't know the Dnakes gangster, numbering 5 guys who are famous with their respective charisma. Bryan Gerland the bad boy, Kevin G. Stevano the cold boy, Reza Anggara the fuckboy, Yovi Andrean Malik the playboy, and finally Dimas Prayoga the sweet boy. But one thing you must know. Even though their titles are different, they have the same personality that is arrogant and do not have pity for anyone. So no one dares to argue or fight the Dnakes gangsters.

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."

I just hoped that the evening went good with the bad boy. But then putting good and bad boy in the same sentence was bizarre and absurd. It was like having Jay Z and Solange in the same room. It would probably end up in a disaster. I blew a breath of air intent on not getting affected by whatever would happen in near future. Bad boys are bad addictions!

“How do you differentiate between them and the second generation?” "They all trainned us, so all second-gen know them. Besides, they have weird names: Gotham, Ghost Crow, Shadow, Mist, Fire, Scar, Poison, etc. It's like a den of vipers. It's not their real names, but even they don't remember their actual names." "What about you?" Her eyes hold mine, hostage, appearing darker late at night. "Is Ethan your real name?" “It is. This is the name my mother gave me.” “How about your last name? Is it Hunter?”

The fight has already begun. Nate sharply evades a deadly blow from his opponent, a massive muscular guy who looks like a grim tattoo drawboard with so many black tattoos coating almost the entire skin of his back and running down his fighting arms. The overhead lights illuminating the fighting ring spread and shine on the guy's sweaty back, and I gulp in a tainted breath of air immediately my eyes catch a swift image of a particular single tattoo on his back bearing only one name. Killer. And his sculpted, thuggy body frame and face really makes him look like one.

They were all wearing prison uniform looking like tugs that they are. Everyone whispering, I could see their parents crying, everyone was here. "Court in order" the judge said, everyone went silent. "With all the evidence didplayed, I found the verdict guilty" he said and my heart was relief. "Taylor Hart, Mathew Know, Nicky Harrison, Caleb Cross, Prince West, you are all sentence to life imprisonment for the case of brutal ràpe, drug abuse, murderer." The judge said. Hitting the harmer. "Case close" phew....

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I open my eyes and surely enough, Mike is standing there with two of his cronies backing him up. Mike is the school’s jock and let me tell you he can’t get any more stereotypical. He dates the head cheerleader, who happens to be a bitch, and likes to bully the outcast crowd. And like any typical bully, he has to have what I like to call his ‘bitches’ back him up. I mean, he already towers over me, do you really need the backup dude?

“They’re brilliant, powerful, and have influence. If you want to survive and maybe even thrive here, make connections with students who's smart.” Isabella rolled her eyes secretly, then nodded. Survival first, friendships second. Ava hesitated for a moment, then continued. “And the bullies…well, I wasn’t exactly one of them, but I was close to their circle. Winter, Cruella, and…one mad dog.” “Mad dog?” Isabella raised an eyebrow. “Yes…she’s terrifying. You don’t even want to meet her. She’s not around right now, thankfully.” “Does Kade have a girlfriend?” Isabella asked, narrowing her eyes.