Baddie Names Novels & Stories

"Is it the better one?" Martin slowly turned his head toward him, pulled his dick out and dropped down on the bed. Gerald immediately lifted both hands in surrender. “Okay,” he mumbled, pulling the duvet over himself. “Too soon.” Martin sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It's nothing,” he muttered, though the corner twitched despite himself. “It's Jake calling." Hearing that, Gerald groaned dramatically and shrugged. “I really don't understand why you keep entertaining that… boy,” he said tiredly. "The other one's clearly much better. I mean… he is a fucking drug addict."

OV) Hi, I am jasper the whole school know us as the bada** bikers . Well, I don't know whether to be shocked or feel embarrassed. The girl whose name was Tanya I guess the way she fight was awesome. She kicked zander so hard in the manhood that for a matter of seconds I thought he will never will be able to b*ng a girl now. That dumba** deserved it. She called me brother the whole school girls drool over me and she just called me brother. She was beautiful man but now my whole squad feel that we should apologize to her don't know but we all are feeling quite brotherly protective towards her . We decide to apologize to her but before we could do so she left with a old man must be her relativ

What a weird person. And now you know why we called them The Barbie's. I mean they wanted us to call them The Barbie's. Even though they look nothing like a barbie. Just because they have the same alphabet as their first name and a shiny blonde hair that looks exactly like a barbie doll. Oh yeah, obviously Bianca the mastermind.

“But what will be his first name? Nate?” “Benjamin. We can just call him Benny junior like I have been doing for a while now,” I reply and stick out my tongue. I have been waiting to tell him my choice since forever. Ben is mute. But tears well up his eyes. “I can’t think of a better name for our son or a better person he should be named after.”

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?”

I sighed and turned away from them. "They named him Gedeon." (G-de-in) I looked over at her. She still spun the apple in her hands till we passed the giraffes and one of them happily took it from her. Wrapping its long bluish tongue around her hand. "What does that mean?" I muttered while we walked downstairs. Brett and his gaggle worked on the girls' breakfast. "Destroyer." She whispered with a roll of her eyes. Tsk. What is with these people and naming these wolves after horrible things? Tormentor and now Destroyer? Hell, the tiger's name is Cuddles! I disliked that.

Alpha Anders looks at me and then asks my dad, “Did Cara tell you she has a new nickname?” My dad looks at me and I roll my eyes so far back in my head that I’m pretty sure I see my brain. “Well?” my dad looks at me expectantly. “Apparently, my new nickname is Little Badass.” My dad’s beer stops on its way to his mouth and he looks at Alpha Anders. “Is that so?” he asks. He turns his gaze back to me. “And what exactly did you do to get that name?” “Weeeeeeell,” I drag out the word giving Alpha Anders a side eye glance.

"Who the hell are you guys? This is our patch. You need to leave now. Old men like you have no business here." The leader of the gang was Robert Sims. He was a street rat since he was small. He was an orphan as his parents had died when he was a baby. So he grew up on the streets and took it as his right to be the 'Billy Badass' in this area. He made his living off the people who had the bad fortune of running into him on the open streets.

"Of course, I know. I just want us to name it something simple. That way, we can talk about it in a coded way without anybody knowing what we are talking about. You understand what I mean, right?" "Yes, I do," I say, giving the whole thing a quick thought. "What about 'Operation Catfishing The Asshole'?" "I think it is too wordy. How about we think of something simpler and shorter?" she asks. "Okay," I say, agreeing to her suggestion. After a while, she speaks. "What about 'Bringing An Asshole Down'?" she asks. "Then we can abbreviate it and call it 'BAAD.' How does that sound?"

Claire must be bluffing! I, however, merely lowered my head and calmly wrote down every name. Without sparing him so much as a glance, I pulled out my phone and made a call. "Yes. All four of Bexley City's families: the Grants, the Wilders, the Cromwells, the Lowells. Great. I'll wait for your good news." When I ended the call, I took a slow step toward Austin. "It's true, no single corporation in this country could take you down. But what if it isn't a corporation? What if it's the government itself?"