Novel & Cerita Baddie Pictures

I said. His silence confirmed it. “But—” I frowned slightly, stepping closer, searching his expression, “—why do you look like that?” A long pause. Then— “That’s not the one I saw.” The words didn’t make sense at first. “…What?” “That photo,” he said, nodding toward it. “Same place. Same angle.” My stomach twisted. “But it’s not the same.” A slow, creeping unease spread through me. “How can it not be the same?” I asked. “It’s literally me.”

She's a damn MILF. I usually enjoy fights, but I hit to end it, so I can go home with Paige and our son. I'm blinded, fists fly at me and the other idiot doesn't even manage to touch me more than a couple of punches in the stomach. It's easy money for me, and before I know it, my wraps are stained with blood, and I stop attacking. That's it, it's over. From the other side of the gym, Apollo raises his finger at me and a stack of bills that we split in percentages.

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.

In a dark and menacing room, a man was suspended upside down, his agonized screams reverberating as two merciless men relentlessly beat him with hot rods. Two burly figures in black shirts and trousers, each holding a rifle, stood guard at the door. A tall man, clad in a black tuxedo, strode into the room, his face etched with sullenness and eyes ablaze with fury. He was Andrew Anderson, a Mafia Boss known for his rudeness, arrogance, aggression, and ruthless dominance. The world quaked under his authority; none dared to defy him, and all lived in dread of his power.

It shone in the light illuminating overhead as he flipped the file open with shivering hands. "Bloody hell!" Cole expressed loudly while Hunter just lost his voice as their gazes fell on the first set of evidence— pictures of Zara taken from afar, but clear enough to show that it was her. They were not just any pictures... But pictures of her standing half naked in dark alleys, or fully naked in the BDSM club she went to. What made the pictures worse were men. Different men. Each picture had Zara with a different man, pressed against the wall or on the floor, being banged with legs either on their shoulders or in the air.

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

He said with a frown. Scrolling down he saw another picture of Bash, he was naked but his bottom was painted in rainbow colour and he was leaning on a wall painted in same colour with his lips pouted. Clicking on the photo the caption was happy pride month. Storm rolled his eyes at the caption. Scrolling further he saw other selfies of Bash with the flat chested pretty face girl and his smile faded. Clicking on the name that was tagged on one photo he was taken to the flat chested girl profile. The first picture was of her without a wig and she had no makeup on her face.

"He's been in power over my mother and me way too long just because he's an important person in the state. And I... don't know any better way to change him other than this." Adam laughed, but his eyes started to water as he snatched iPhone from Randy's hand and handed it over to Shawn, forcing Shawn to see what the screen was showing. Shawn lowered the gaze to iPhone to watch a video of a middle-aged man is walking while hugging a sexy girl who seemed more suitable to be called his daughter. Or even his granddaughter. The expression on Shawn's face remained unchanged until the video showed the girl's face in the man's arms more clearly. And soon as Adam shouted, "That bitch ruined my family!

I added another question to my message. Can we move the time to 11 p.m.? Are you sure you’re the person in the picture? – Jax Of course, it’s me. Why would I use someone else’s photo? Good. Because if it’s not you, you can forget it and just fuck yourself I smirked. The woman in the photo was slightly too good-looking to be true. Curly blonde hair and pink pouty lips, and she was showing half of her cleavage. She had freckles on her nose, but it’s okay. She had perfect white teeth.

Misty interjected. “Exactly. You should be glad that I was the one who found you four.” Paige said. “You threatened us with a taser.” “Which I still have in my hand.” Paige said. And then zapped the taser again in their direction for good measure. “Why did you bring a taser to a party?” Damian asked.