Baddie Usernames Novels & Stories

"I still got chats with the civilized, I emphasize, guys of six years ago when I joined my first dating app, and trust me when I say I keep in my mind the special ones, especially those I got fun of enough to tell my birthday." "Yeah, but how could you remember CharlyXXL and Brandon's usernames but not this one?" Bennie finally paused from manipulating her phone. "Because he had two hyphens, a dot, and a dollar sign as username. No profile picture either, well, CharlyXXL hadn't but he sent me some. Anonymous was surprisingly my fav of them all, he was very understanding, and a good listener though reserved." "You think it's him?" Eloïse asked.

He gave a slight grin and she suspected what he would say next, but was Henry that– "We called ourselves The BAD five, and even now years later, that's the name of our group chat." Yes, he was that cheesy and Gina couldn't help the laughter that broke out of her mouth. It was such a bad name, and at the same time, it had a nice ring to it. She mildly wondered what activities they had gotten up to, and judging from their weird subtle handshakes, she guessed they were quite the troublemakers.

Shawn said, trying to wake Adam up. Instead of waking up, Adam laughed. Next, he patted Shawn's cheek instead. "Out all of the people, Shawn, I never thought you would be the most innocent," Adam said, and when he saw Shawn's expression harden, Adam quickly added, "Not this way. I told someone to sabotage my father's room and record his lewd actions with that bitch! And...." Adam spread his arms, looked up, and laughed as he said, "I'm going to spread it all over the world."

Who added you to this group? Will_the_devil I got my specialist hack into it and add me. I_pooped Ew. What kind of prince are you? Will_the_devil Shut up, you peasant. What kind of username is that? But, then, what else could be expected from you... I_pooped -_- FIGHT MEH, ASSHAT! Yes_you_suck IS SOMEONE GOING TO TELL ME WHAT'S HAPPENING? Cereal_killer WHO THE HECK IS WILL AGAIN?

"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."