Baddie Names Novels & Stories

One thing he learned about being famous online is that it’s easy to disregard people, they won’t bug you if you don’t let them. The developer on the screen continued, “Private chats are classified into three tabs: Requests, Chatmates, and Blocked. Requests are those you’ve never replied to, Chatmates are those you’ve replied to, and Blocked are those you would never want to reply to again. Right girls?” The women inside the mall cheered loud this 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.

“How bad was the day?” Olivia considered. “Scale of one to ten?” “Sure.” “Jack.” Tessa didn’t hesitate. “We’ll take six. To start.” The waiter nodded and disappeared. “Love that for us,” Isabella said, adjusting her bracelet. The shots arrived quickly. Clear liquid in neat little glasses, lime wedges on a small plate beside them. They didn’t wait. Glasses clinked. “To bad decisions,” Tessa declared. “To better ones,” Isabella corrected.

“And there we go.” At that moment, Maya walked out of the closet. The other two girls had heard her on the phone for that entire hour, consulting with her other friends Olive and Gemma on her outfit choices. Together, the three girls made up Blackwell Academy’s infamous “OMGs”. The nickname came from the initials of their names, though most students agreed it suited their dramatic personalities just as well. “Olive, I think you should go with the black heels.” Maya advised. “The nude ones would make you look too approachable.”

Kent was surprised. “Those names you mentioned exist,” the man looked around as if scared. “Yes they exist in Ludo’s story.” “No! Not in the story.” Kent looked at the man. “Those are real people.” “Are you drunk?” “I’m having orange juice,” the man showed Kent his glass. “The names you mentioned are nick names of the infamous crime lords of our City. Brawler and Brains are twins.” “You are kidding right?” “How i wish i was, man. Your girl, Ludo, is getting herself into some serious trouble,” the man said assured. “Did they do something to her?”

"Now explain to me, you idiot, why did you come here? Aren't the police after you?" "What's up, Malvadeza, I'm smooth, damn it!" I left quietly. "Kauã was thinking he was the best. "But your little friend isn't going to spill the beans?" I asked nervously. "No way!Elisinha is a real tightwad. For starters, she doesn't know my name; to her, I'm the Joker! Batman, you know? My nickname is awesome, right, Malvadeza?" I rubbed my temple. My god, that kid was a dork! How could someone so clueless become a criminal?

The fighters of the Briewood Gang walked forward while faintly chuckling. Obviously, they believed that Harvey was powerless to stop the Briewood Gang. “You people from the Briewood Gang really are interesting. I didn’t know that you’re lackeys for both the Yorks and the Shinkage Way,” said Harvey calmly while sipping his tea. “You should stop calling yourselves the Briewood Gang. “The name ‘Traitor Gang’ suits you people better anyway.” Harvey’s calm words were incredibly infuriating for Black Dog. “Damn you! “Bastard!

He looked like a messed up lion, but in a cute way. "Uhm, Hi again" he said to Serra. Serra and Mira both looked at him. The emotions they felt was slowly receding on their faces. "Are you a Badblood?" His face was playful and apologetic, he wears the kind of expression that you can't be angry.

I replied, as I took his phone and typed in my phone number and gave it back to him. He called the number and the call went through. "What's your name, so I can save your phone number?" He asked. Something told me to tell him the wrong name and I will just block his number later, but something else told me to just tell him my real name. "Rebecca." I blurted out. I don't see any reason to lie to him. "That's lovely, my name is Elijah." He introduced himself and stretched out his hand for a handshake, I obliged and shook his hand.

It’s like she’s a magnet for these sorts of men. Wallace and a host of my mom’s past boyfriends put together cannot afford a knock-off diamond ring much less the real thing. There’s something about this change that stirs an unfamiliar feeling inside of me. “Well, his name is James if that counts for anything. He’s probably a dick like Sullivan Junior.”