Baddies Doll Novels & Stories

The one that had gotten her out of speeding tickets and into bars she wasn't old enough for. "If she doesn't agree," Mia said, batting her eyelashes, "I'd happily pay off her debt and be your Doll." Adrian's gaze slid to her. Just for a second. Then back to me. "This doesn't concern you." Mia's smile flickered. She opened her mouth to say something else, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Mia. Stop." "What?" She looked at me like I was crazy. "El, he's hot. He's clearly rich. I'm just saying—"

For a moment ,I thought if I should make a snarky remark about how he was flirting with girls and taking their phone numbers and I didn't ask him, but I didn't want to say anything good so I just kept quiet. "You don't want to tell me?" He asked. "He asked for my phone number and I gave it to him." I revealed, because I know Jordan , he's so nosy and will continue asking me about this until I tell him what happened there. Jordan was surprised by my answer and he asked to see my phone to be sure that I took his number and I refused. "Becca ,you shouldn't give or be taking a number of strange guys you meet at bars, you don't know if you just gave a creep your phone number." Jordan said in conc

I need that bad boy to fuck me so hard that I will scream his name, thinking about him got me arouse with lust. I could really see me and Harlem being an idol at school, while all the girls will get jealous of me, and the guys will envy Harlem including Jackson. Because he will have the popular girl on his arm. I cannot wait til we build our fountain of love. I could feel the envy of Charmaine losing Harlem to me, that the way the world works. And so far everything will benefit me, I have the perfect plan to ged rid of Jackson. It will have to involve a girl, as dump as Jackson is he will fall for it no matter what. In the end the good girls always win, that what I am a good girl seeking a b

"My name is Barbara Adams..." ​Rhyssa’s lips twitch and her feline eyes crinkle with mischief, She lets out a low chuckle that vibrates in her throat. "Okay... Barbie." ​I blanch instantly and my mouth drops open at the horrible nickname. Barbie? Seriously??? Before I can snap back she smoothly steps closer, her tone dropping into a conspiratorial whisper as she gestures toward the patrons scattered around the room. "This is the VVIP section," she explains, her sharp eyeliner glinting under the red lights. "These are the creme de la crop of society we're dealing with up here... I'm talking extremely wealthy motherfuckers." She leans in a fraction closer, a wicked spark in her eyes. "I'm just