Baddie Pics Novels & Stories

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.

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

It made me wonder if him bullying me was also a result of the side effects of him taking those substances. "He recently got out of rehabilitation after getting caught and started tracing you from our reports. From the texts and what you told us, he was going to reveal who assaulted you. This brings us to Axel Hamilton who was at the scene of the crime." I tensed as it got to the part where I would hear about Axel. Lucas held my hand a bit tighter and placed it on his lap. I glanced at him, and he smiled and I smiled before staring back at the bald man. I watched him open the file and spread some papers and photographs around the desk. There were two pictures of bullets and the gun I had seen

I suggest. "Don't you fucking dare." Daniel barks at me. "What? Don't you want people to see that underneath all those scars and tattoos, you are a big, knitting loving softie?" "I like being scary. People leave me alone," he snarls. "Now, delete the video." "No can do." "I'll rip that phone out of your hand, and do it myself," Danny threatens me. "Don't bother. I already sent a back up to someone and instructed her to release it all over the internet if you do something bad to me." I grin slyly.

Worse, I just found out that the girl I bumped into earlier was the last person in line! That guy was not joking. He’s not being arrogant a while ago either. This is the proof. I even thought I was the last person but a lot more added behind me. I was even surprised that there were men auditioning as well as gays. What the heck. Why did they even consider auditioning for a Badboy Prince? I heard some people talking and they said that his personal assistant would have an extra salary. Oh that's why. Of course when there is money involved, why not? That's also what some men are after...