Baddie Usernames Novels & Stories

They told her about her login credentials. “I can’t believe you used my second name!” Mea said. She hated Cristy for its phonetic similarity with crispy. She said she felt like a deep-fried nugget when she’s called that. But the immediate reason was that she just wasn’t used to it. She downloaded the Gossip app using the Café’s free wifi. When she logged in, she got confused with the twinkling red circle on her Gossips box. She tapped it and saw tons of accounts, all in men's profile pictures.

“But what will be his first name? Nate?” “Benjamin. We can just call him Benny junior like I have been doing for a while now,” I reply and stick out my tongue. I have been waiting to tell him my choice since forever. Ben is mute. But tears well up his eyes. “I can’t think of a better name for our son or a better person he should be named after.”

- my tears have all been dried up. You aren't bad until your only backups are you, yourself, and no one else. - my pack is rather small. You aren't bad until you've ever secretly stalked a crush. - I call it investigating. You aren't bad until you know the definition of the word BAD. - I know it in five different languages. You aren't bad until you have a pretty badass Wi-Fi server name. Mines "I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE," And an even better password. - try "AND I WILL FIND YOU," Wi-Fi unlocked.

Stephanie frowned when she looked at the username again. "JustDieAlready" was such a blatantly malicious username. That, combined with the overtly leading caption, made it clear this wasn't just some random post by a casual online user. But soon, the post was deleted. Stephanie refreshed the page a few times, just to confirm that it had been removed completely. Not only that, but all of the comments and posts related to that one had vanished without a trace as well.

I open my eyes and surely enough, Mike is standing there with two of his cronies backing him up. Mike is the school’s jock and let me tell you he can’t get any more stereotypical. He dates the head cheerleader, who happens to be a bitch, and likes to bully the outcast crowd. And like any typical bully, he has to have what I like to call his ‘bitches’ back him up. I mean, he already towers over me, do you really need the backup dude?

Except, he wasn’t just any stranger, no, he wasn’t a stranger at all. I knew him. Hell, everyone in here should know him. Everyone in the Pack, both old and young, must have heard of him. He was a big deal. The only son of our great Alpha Damon. Filmonth’s high bad boy. A trendsetter. The IT guy of the Pack. The MVP of the basketball team. The kryptonite of every girl in school. The literal god of Filmonth High. Ash. Ash Gunner. I can't believe I'm sharing a kiss with Ash Gunner!

I look at his username. ObsidianShade. Well, ObsidianShade. I will take you up on that offer in a day or two. I close the browser and decide to give in for the night.

At the top, it reads: THE REAL TRUTH Oh please. Subtle. I scroll, looking for an owner, some real name to pin this on — but the avatar is a freaking Darth Vader mask. The username reads — Truth Vader. I snort despite the ice crawling up my spine. Of course. A basement-dwelling Sith Lord with Wi-Fi. A true geek, I would guess. Probably types in a cape. The page prompts me to select a name from an alphabetical list. Every single one is a celebrity — athletes, actors, singers, politicians. Public executions in digital form.

I scroll away from that post and find another one right under it, posted within a few seconds after the first one. JAMES SULLIVAN—Blonde. boring. nerd. a pain to look at. Ring a bell? JAMES SULLIVAN—Her number or an address too. Anyone would do just fine. This post gets even more reactions. The comments underneath it are too cringy for me to even go through so I simply scroll again. JAMES SULLIVAN—I just want to pay a visit to a good friend. Friend. I can hear the smirk behind it. I can see those full lips curling up at my misery. When he says that, I know it’s trouble.

"Are we some kind of underground operation?" "You're not. I am." Brode raised an eyebrow. "This is how my people reach me." Your people… I kept that thought to myself. But since he seemed to use it mostly for family business and would otherwise leave me alone, I figured it was worth the peace and quiet. I took out my phone and scanned his QR code. The app installed fast. Registration required only a username and a password. When I logged in, my contacts list had exactly one person. Blank avatar. Username: a single capital letter. B.