Novel & Cerita Baddie Pics

And I'm not like that ... Maybe I just want to torture a little. Yes, just a little. Or maybe I'm just crazy. The more I went down in his photos I felt more anxious, nervous for whatever I was going to find, until ... my heart stopped for a second when I saw something ... someone. I stayed static, just watching. It was Rich ... with her. There were three photos. I looked at them one by one. In a richness I was with her, she took her by the waist, posing for a typical photo. Rich wore a suit and she a nice short skin-colored dress. They both smiled. Rich was more boy there, you could tell. I felt something strange in my heart, something similar to pain? I didn't know. I couldn't stop seeing

When new pictures and videos are uploaded. I click on them, and the first is a single photo of her. Standing in a white bikini that barely covers her ample breast. The tattoos cover her entire torso, full legs, and arm sleeves. She is standing holding a drink in the air. I smile at her smile. I swipe again and come to a group picture with a hashtag The Boss Bitch Is Ready To Take Over LA.

They started less than a week ago, making me sick. She then sends a picture with the tagline Here’s some motivation. The photo is of her breasts and part of her face. It’s that stupid Brandy twat from work. I want to throw the phone away, but I don’t. Instead, I go to the pictures tab to investigate. Sure enough, more than a few of Brandy are in seductive poses, wearing little to no clothing. Plus, many videos of her solo and with Nathan. The first and most recent is from last night.

Is that not selfish and wicked of me? As if that was not enough, I came back with a plot to make him look terrible before Harper. I kept following him, taking enough pictures that I could use against him. I took the picture and videos myself , refusing to bring in someone else that would probably get me in trouble with the cops. Each time I saw anything that looks suspicious, I take pictures immediately and I posted it online, paying huge money to make it go viral. I did not get a video of him, so I got an adult vide that featured someone that looks a bit like him.

“You’re not but you are related to the thief.” I grabbed the folder from the drawer next to me and threw it in her direction. Photographs in black and white were strewn on the coffee table. She gazed at them with interest. And stopped. She gasped. Every picture had a backstory and each one was worse than the last. Gory pictures taken at sweet, crazy angle, perfect for the blind to see. He gazed directly into the camera in one of the pictures, his eyes beseeching. He was seen kneeling on a patch of concrete with blood accumulating beside him in another image.

Broderick clicked his tongue and said, "You were browsing Gerald's Moments, liking his abs photos. How come you didn't feel like he was sexually harassing you?" Gisselle glanced over and said, "Who did they harass by posting on their own Moments?Did you think theyareas cheap as you?" Broderick twitched at the corner of his mouth, "Little bandit, as someone who has been through it, let me tell you that men who like taking pictures of their abs are either scoundrels or gay, at least ninety percent of them. Just bemore mindful, you silly."

But I was soon going to find out that the worst part was yet to come. Callan had around fifty file folders of pictures—pictures of naked women in obscene poses. Well, I could have expected that much from a perverted creep like him. Yet, the terrifying fact behind those photos was that they had all been taken by his phone camera, and the file folders had dates. My hands fisted in anger as I saw that some of those women were nearly unconscious. Had he taken those photos without them knowing? I bet that he could have easily blackmailed those women or sold those photos to some other perverted fuckers...

"Baby, the second a looker like you upload a thirst trap on a hookup site, the floodgates open." I hesitated, then tapped on the message requests. My eyes widened at the sheer number of profile pictures featuring shirtless dudes—most of them taken in bathroom mirrors, some flexing, some looking like they were trying too hard to look casual about it. And then—oh, Jesus. Some had gone full send. "Ohhh, we got some dick pics," Imogen announced gleefully, squinting at my screen. “look at that one, That's a curve if I've ever seen one. Noah, why does it look like a banana"

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.

Hell, a stupid magazine had done a write up on NYC most eligible bachelors and placed my picture as number one, I had been furious and tried to have myself taken out of the article but my attorney had spouted some crap about freedom of speech, since the publishing of the article,i was being approached by even more materialistic females. The magazine listed my net worth as equal to the richest man in the world, they had also said i was tall, dark and handsome, he stood over six feet, with broad shoulders and muscles that rippled throughout his entire body, i hated gyms but i ran every morning and sometime in the evenings too, I had discovered at a young age that running was a great form of re