Baddie Pictures Novels & Stories

"That's not what the girls tell me. Here, look at these. What do you think of Belle now?" He handed me several small grainy black and white photos. A girl who could have been Belle was on her knees in front of some guy with her lips wrapped around his very large cock. In the next picture she had his cock half way down her throat. The third picture was the same girl with his cock buried deep in her cunt. "You could have bought these pictures from some pervert," I said. "The girl resembles Belle, but it could be anyone."

Also I did crop and upload a video of them signing at the karaoke when we were vacationing in Jamaica. They've tried on multiple occasions to get me to delete those photos saying it would jeopardize there image but it was too late now because these images were floating all around social media and Harvard's media pages like wildfire. I was dead! "Bella, what did you do this time?" Kristrin's voice rang out from behind me as he locked the door. This was the only person I could depend on to rescue me, with his bad boy tattoos and his demeanor. No one could harm me of course, this was a wonderful perk of dating a bad boy, I smiled at him.

“You stay away from him or the next time he tries to talk to you, you call me. The guy is bad news, Mia.” “Because he’s part of the same illegal fighting ring that you’re in?” I spoke not hiding the slight judgement in my voice. Scott looked around sharply before turning to focus on me. He lowered his voice. “No. What we do… it’s for some quick cash but Kaden… he does more stuff. Dangerous stuff.” Scott was dead serious and I could tell. I blinked at him in curiosity. Because I just couldn’t help but be curious. What was Kaden involved in that was so bad and scary and dangerous?

Chukwudi said as he looked back “Shoot them” Baddo said as he rode faster, both cars running on high speed through the dark road. Baddo happens to be a skilled driver as he created enough distance between them and the police but the police kept following the back light of their car, Baddo suddenly turns of all the lights and making the cops lose track of them, he then drives recklessly into a dark bushy pat. The police van comes some distance then stops "Shit we lost them" one of the officer said

That's also what some men are after. ...but it's annoying to hear some of the reasons of some that they just want to audition to get close to that rude prince. What's worse, almost all of them are gay! You know, I badly want to kick them inside that prince's office and show them his bad behavior. It's nice to slap the word “badboy” on their thick make-ups for them to be aware. Let's see if they don't change their minds. I shouldn't really underestimate that baboon. He really is a monkey.

"I detest people walking out on me." She tisked, relaxing comfortably in her seat. "You'll have to get used to it, il mio cattivo. It's a perchant of mine." He raised a brow. "My nickname for you." Her lips curled up, "My bad guy." He rolled his eyes but said nothing else. "So tell me" She waved off the waiter, "Who is Domenico de Cerintti?" "Answer it for yourself." "I don't know which is why I ask you."

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand over his face before tapping the group chat labeled Gangs—the one he shared with Collins and Kingsley. “There's a meeting this morning. Cancel all classes.” The message was short but he sent it, that's his way. Kade buttoned up his shirt, dressed in black, as usual. His sleeves rolled just enough to show the veins in his arms. A cigar tucked behind his ear. He looked every bit the dangerous boy people whispered about. “Should I call her?” he muttered under his breath. His jaw clenched, and he shook the thought away. He’d call after the meeting if he felt like it.

The rival MC. “Hell of a welcoming party,” Jax muttered, pulling Sienna behind him. One of the bikers swung off his ride, stepping forward. He was massive, bald, with a snake tattoo curling up his neck. He grinned, all teeth. “Evenin’, Maddox. Brought us a little present, I see.” His gaze slid to Sienna like a knife. Sienna’s pulse hammered. “Jax—” “Shut up,” Jax growled, low and protective.

I turn to glare at whoever interrupted the class but am surprised as I don’t recognize the face. “Yes?” our teacher raises a brow. “New student,” the guy holds up a pass in between two fingers as he moves further into the classroom. The girls already begin to swoon over his ‘bad boy’ attire consisting of black pants, white v- neck, and the famous leather jacket and combat boots. He scans the class for all I can think of to be new prey and I glance down and begin the assignment the teacher now wrote on the board.

“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.