Baddie Pictures Novels & Stories

The Bad Bitch who’s carrying a mob boss’s baby doesn’t give a flying fuck. Actually, she does—in that she wants to see the thorough job her man did to her enemy. “You wouldn’t happen to have a picture, would you?” I cannot believe I just asked that. “No, sorry. I was too busy trying to get his ugly ass out of my apartment. But if you want a close likeness, just do a search for ‘hamburger inside glove.’” My jaw drops. “That bad?” “Honestly, worse. Well, anyway, I gotta go. I’ll let you know if his dumb ass shows up again. And I’ll take pics if he does.”

It was a mere… okay, it’s the same thing. “What else did you do?” Jai asked. Her question, it doesn’t sound good. “Drop it girls I’ve said what I have to say. By the way, how did that picture spread?” I asked. “Probably someone saw you yesterday and some bitches spread it out leaving speculations” Hailee stated. That could be the case. I would not wonder anyway. Bitches have an eye on Evander and they are head over heels to him. I just don’t know why. We decided to leave to proceed to our next class when someone stepped in front of us.

Her picture was also taken at the crime scene, and yet again, there was no evidence left behind… LILY GRAHAM. 30 years old. Shot outside of Woodwick Central. Known to have a cannabis addiction. Raped and murdered. The third picture was of a Puerto Rican man, wearing black jeans paired with a black jacket. He had a tribal tattoo across his chest, and the crime scene photos showed horrific images of him lying down next to his sisters, his mother, and his father, all of them left to die in their own pool of blood. They’d left a gun in his hand to make it appear that he’d killed his whole family before killing himself, but that was just pure bullshit…

he gritted and Sia rolled her eyes. The man dug into his pockets and threw a few pictures at Sia, they were all pictures of her and Nate. She turned to him questioningly. “If you want him to live, then I do not want to see you in that ring anymore,” he said looking outside the window. “Go ahead,” Sia said nonchalantly dusting off the pictures from her body. “Excuse me?” the man asked in shock. His source had confirmed that he was somebody very important to her.

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

Early the next morning, the news of William Simpson suddenly became a trending topic on the internet. The illicit pictures of him with women in various unexplainable positions surfaced on the internet out of nowhere. The pictures are so volatile and not meant for sensitive eyes. William has a habit of indulging himself with different women in BDSM acts where he ties up the woman and hurts them for his pleasure. All those pictures started doing the rounds all over the internet. Many people started to comment on how degrading the Simpsons are.

I replied and I noticed the strange look that the bartender behind the counter gave me. His eyes looked as if he was telling me to leave, but couldn't say it out loud. I can't just leave without Jordan. "You haven't said anything about taking a picture of me ,so that you can stare at me longer." He commented again and I chuckled nervously. "Oh, I was just...um... I was just looking, I don't want a picture." I stammered. "Well if you say so." He sighed. "You are in high school right?" He inquired from me.

The girl happened to be Sonya, she got scholarship into the school too, she's also a huge fan of the bad boys. "What are you laughing at?", Precious asked. Sonya raised her face up and smiled, "Oh i'm reading a magazine of the four popular bad boys of the school", She said as she brought out a magazine and a picture of a guy in a leather jacket with a crazy jean picture designed there. His hair is dyed white and curl making him look cute, he's smile is a killer.",Isn't he cute and even his personality is",Sony stated. She looked at the picture again and the first strange question that came out of her mouth was, "Are they rich?", precious asked.

He pushed to his feet then, sliding the first pile of pictures over to me and spreading them out, and as I stared down at the pictures, a frown crept into my face, explicit images filling my vision. “I should warn you,” he started, placing his hands on his lips, “some of them are really bad. My friend at NYPD really had to get through a lot to get me these images.” My eyes were boring holes into the pictures on the desk now, burning bright and hot. “What am I looking at?” I demanded in a gruff voice, queasiness starting low in my tummy. Tattered limbs and legs were scattered around in the picture I was staring at, so gruesome a sight.

He has already seen it but the pictures are different from real life. “It looks good,” he says. I don’t have a reply to that so I lock my arm around his waist and pose for another picture with him and Mum. We move closer to the car. Mum collects the phone from Daddy so he can partake in the pictures. She gives us a thumbs up and the flash goes off. “Let me see,” I hear myself say. Pictures of me and Hayden and Daddy are splashed on the screen. I swipe right to see more pictures and my pulse jumps. There are five people in the frame.