Baddies Persuasion Novels & Stories

"My hate for you began when you started seeing him again. I wanted to do something about the situation but couldn't think of a good plan. So, when I noticed Clark was so into you, I knew I had to weaponize it somehow. His housemate doesn't like him so I used him. I made sure he caught you two in a compromising position because I knew Clark would do something stupid. He can't control what's between his legs." Tears began to sting my eyes as she spoke, wondering what was wrong with her. "You are nothing but a bitch," I said through gritted teeth. Maddy rushed to me and cupped my chin hard, her fingernails digging into my skin. "Me? A bitch?" She moved my head from side to side. "What is in you

Nobody is allowed to tell it to the outside world. “So, Monica or Olivia, why don't you tell me what happened from the start? How'd you know all of these?” Mister Bad's voice was gentle and soft, but warning signs were all over Olivia's mind. Mister Bad was the strongest assassin under the Muse group; she knew better than to believe that he was genuinely gentle. Olivia did not speak. No matter what she said, it would prove to be useless. He would be able to turn it around and play with her, using her own words against her.

Baddo opens his eyes to see himself on a wooden table, the place smelt like meat and fresh blood, he looked around, on his left were different metal weapons hanging on the wall, all rusted, on the roof top is a yellow bulb shining brightly, he tries moving but couldn't because he was tied down The door opened and the huge man walked in followed by the other man and his wife; the couples looked very young and the woman was beautiful. "Who are you?" Baddo asked with fear "I asked you but you didn't answer me” the young man said, Baddo looked at their faces with fear "He looks scared" the wife said "Does he?" "Yes he does" "Soon your fears will be gone boy as well as your life" the man said "Do

A whole fucking pack is at stake. I sigh and look down at our hands. “He won’t agree to it.” “You’re Isabella Caillou.” Bibah rises from the bed and moves to the windows, throwing the curtains open, basking in the glow of the sunlight before she glances at me with a mischievous smirk. “If there’s anything I know about you, it’s how… persuasive, you can be.” A wink follows the emphasized ‘persuasive’. Despite all my sour mood, I find myself smiling. “So you support me threatening, blackmailing, or bribing him into a fake dating agreement?”

The one I couldn’t predict or prepare for. “Final challenge,” Thaddeus said. “Social leadership and conflict resolution. We will present a scenario. You will navigate it in real time. No preparation. No script. Just instinct and judgment.” He gestured to the door. It opened. Madison walked in. My stomach dropped. She looked terrible. Thin. Pale. Hair lank. She’d been in custody since the gathering. Since testifying against her father. “Madison Blackthorn has requested clemency,” Thaddeus said. “She helped you. Provided evidence against her father. But she also participated in the original conspiracy. Helped destroy your scholarship. Attempted to discredit you.”

So ironic considering today is Wednesday, as the mean girls quote 'On wednesday we wear pink'. "You know what I want" she sneers "Oh do I?" I said pretending to be confused "Julia, do you know what she wants?" She shakes her head "Nope, not a clue." She glares at us then smirked "I feel bad for Liam to have a stupid girl to be his girlfriend, he's better off with me don't you think?" "Who the hell you think you can called me stupid!, if someone should be called stupid is you!" by now we've starting to attract a crowd.

I can always handle myself but it feels good to have her around me in the mornings since we don’t have any class together. It’s too silent. And the silence unnerves me, it’s not normal. Broadway Heights is filled with different categories of teenagers. The good, the bad, the ugly and the evil so silence on a Friday morning should worry anyone. And it bothers me. Even Maria. She retrieves her phone from her bag, I laugh on seeing the big fluffy ears attached to the case of her iPhone. She calls it a fashion statement, I call it a miss.