Novel & Cerita Baddie Usernames

Chapter 22 – Group chat (everyone's account handles Niklaus - Demon King «DK» Alexis - Sexy Boss Lady «SBL» Zarah - Golden Goddess «GG» Emma - Sexy Chef «SC» Zain - Alpha «A» Taylor - Angelbaby «AB» Zelina - Pink «P» Raven - Sexy God «SG» Catherine - Tech Goddess «TG» Mason - IceKing «IK» Reign - Principal Stevens «PS»)

Finn's POV: I looked around the crowded room and had to force myself not to yawn, i couldn’t stand attending events where everyone drank too much, laughed too loud and tried far too hard to impress each other, i knew i was what women considered a real catch. 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.

Dang, that shitty jerk. I heaved a deep sigh as I stood up and threw a swift punch at Nick without thinking about a single thing. Yep, well deserved. "Detention Boys." *** Hello Guys. It's your author ILma. To communicate with my readers, I created a WhatsApp group. There you will be able to have fun, ask your queries, and so on. If you want to join, please leave your number with your country code. I will add you. Thank you.

Strum to it, what have you! If you liked this story you might like some of my other ones! You can read my works on G*****a, I****t, and W*****d! I always write under the name H.R. Harney. Happy Halloween! HRH

and this was her only way of earning a lot of money quickly. Nobody knew about her username "Bumblebee" except her father, not even her best friend.....Zieve Stocks. She wondered if people would still recognise her........and as soon as the light beside her username "Bumblebee" went green after a long gap of seven years, she begin to receive messages after messages. Her eyes grew bigger in surprise that the impact she had left on people in the Dark web, seven years ago was still there. People hadn't forgotten her and her competitor's were the first ones to text her after seeing her profile going alive after a gap of seven years.

“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.

Connor looked around wildly, seeing his support evaporate. "This is manipulation!" Connor yelled. "Duke's been planning this! He's the real manipulator—" "Shut up," Sierra said coldly. "Marcus Keane." Connor froze. "That's your real name, isn't it? Marcus Keane. Wanted in three states for fraud. Multiple identities. A history of conning people out of their money and lives." She pulled out federal warrants. "You're not Connor Reynolds. Never were. You read about Robert's disappearance and saw an opportunity. Easy mark—estranged son shows up, claims his inheritance, takes over a motorcycle club with assets."

There was no love left in me for her, she only made my cock hard. “I’m so mad at you right now. You allowed this bullshit to ruin what we had. You could have confronted me but you took a bitchy route around this whole situation by ghosting me instead of confronting me like a real man. You believed the same bitch... the same bitch that participated in tricking me to come to this country and I was almost turned to a fucking prostitute because of her! You’re an asshole, Jason.”

he quickly reassured me, as if sensing my potential discomfort. "Isn't that what a stalker would say?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Oh no! Not me. My username is sexymanager67. That's because all the other numbers were taken," he confessed with a sheepish grin, as if sharing a secret handshake. He rambled on and on. I wondered if he would ever stop talking or if this was just the beginning of a never-ending monologue. "Oh. Good for you, 67 is a good number," I said still quietly praying for a way to escape the conversation. He didn't seem to notice anything though and just yapped away.