Baddie Names Novels & Stories

"I've got contracts for security work, logistics, even some construction. It won't make us rich, but it'll keep us afloat and out of prison." Tommy leaned forward. "You're sure about this? Going straight?" "I'm sure that I almost lost everything because I wouldn't let go of the past." Duke looked around the table. "Connor used our guilt, our secrets, our illegal activities against us. Time to cut that off at the source." "All in favor?" Axel called. Every hand went up. "Then it's decided." Duke felt weight lift from his shoulders. "We're the Riot Kings Motorcycle Club. Registered. Legal. Clean."

He crumpled the paper in his fist dramatically. I blinked a couple of times at him with my face neutral. Dominic’s face was red with anger and the veins in his neck were bulging. “I can see why they call you the baddest bitch,” she spat the last word out to me with a snarl. I heard the footsteps of Isaac approaching behind me and I moved myself and the door so that Dominic wouldn’t see him, only leaving enough space to show half of my body to him. “If the word bitch wasn’t in my title, then I would be called “baddest in fashion” and I don’t think my company would be doing so well if I held that title. So yes, call me a bitch, just recognize that I’m the baddest.”

No more smiling face and there is only a grim look on her face. "What do you guys want? Ruin my dates for today?" she takes a sit on the couch and opens the television. 'Date with only wearing the nightgown?' Zi Fei looks at her with indescribably face. "We want to know about Jimmy. Anyone with the name Jimmy, mobster, or ex-con maybe? Do you know who is he?" Zi Fei said making both of the men nodded. "Well, there are at least 4 of them. Jimmy Choo, Jimmy Jeffery, Jimmy a.k.a Vincent, and Jimmy Goby."

Linking arms with me she dragged me along with her in to school. "There's 5 of them, Khalil, Brandon who is known as 'Meajor Ali' but only his boys can call him that and if you call him that he'll throw you of a cliff, And there's Kyle, Xavier also known as Xav, Ryan and then the infamous Jason. Jason McCann." "Why are they off limits?" I asked, not knowing what to say. She laughed, "They're toxic Isabella, don't get too close"

Who I think is Badar's sister according to London. Just then my phone rang showing that I have a new msg. I opened the msg and it was from London, an image from the internet which said. "Badar, the name Badar is a baby boy name. The name Badar is an Arabic name meaning Full moon" Full moon and it's an Arabic name just like mine. Well mine is not fully Arabic but still you get my point right. Yah get my point as in completely obsessed with Badar to the point that I am comparing the similarities between our names. Next you know i will be seen saying "Oh! We both breathe oxygen"

I deducted. “What does the big bad alpha want with us?” The girl says. “Claire.” She supplied. Why are they telling me their names? I guarantee that they are fake names anyways so what the fuck are they telling me for? I just need them to do their jobs, I don’t need their names but they don’t seem to get that hint but then again, I didn’t expect them to be very smart so I am not that disappointed. “Hank.” “Jack.” The remaining two supplied and they chose such plain names too. They aren’t very creative.

Shawn said, trying to wake Adam up. Instead of waking up, Adam laughed. Next, he patted Shawn's cheek instead. "Out all of the people, Shawn, I never thought you would be the most innocent," Adam said, and when he saw Shawn's expression harden, Adam quickly added, "Not this way. I told someone to sabotage my father's room and record his lewd actions with that bitch! And...." Adam spread his arms, looked up, and laughed as he said, "I'm going to spread it all over the world."

I am surrounded by seven handsome and well -built ‘Bad Burn’ groups. This man close to me with long eyelashes and always smiling and was nicknamed ‘Womanizer’ because he used his charms to attrached those freaking girls. Many girls flirt him and turned out to be a toy of Troy Allan Guevarra. The man next to him was Bryan Casfer Medina, he was the most barbaric and mischievous in their group.

In a dark and menacing room, a man was suspended upside down, his agonized screams reverberating as two merciless men relentlessly beat him with hot rods. Two burly figures in black shirts and trousers, each holding a rifle, stood guard at the door. A tall man, clad in a black tuxedo, strode into the room, his face etched with sullenness and eyes ablaze with fury. He was Andrew Anderson, a Mafia Boss known for his rudeness, arrogance, aggression, and ruthless dominance. The world quaked under his authority; none dared to defy him, and all lived in dread of his power.

“Enzo? You’re on a first-name basis with Mr. Casello, very sexy CEO? Lilith, you’re on a nickname basis with the dreamboat?” Lilith tossed a pillow at Lora half-heartedly. “Stop calling him the dreamboat. He insisted that I call him Enzo.” “Mm-hm.” Lora batted her eyes at her. “And what did you insist that he call you?” “He just calls me Lilith Rumero. A lot.” “Ooh! That’s a pet name. Enzo has a pet name for you!” "Lora!” If Lilith could roll her eyes any harder, they’d drop out of her skull. “Lilith Rumero is my full name. He’s just calling me by my full name.”