Baddies Razor Novels & Stories

"The guy who can only bitch and moan?" My eyes widened in surprise at Tyler's boldness. I stole a quick glance at Ricky, and my shock only deepened. His appearance was striking, to say the least. His body was adorned with tattoos. His hair, a vibrant shade of red, stood up in spiky tufts, and his ears were adorned with numerous piercings. There was nothing much distinctive about the two friends behind him. They screamed danger and must be avoid.

A lot had change within 24hours that serious could not explain, from going to the bar with the thought of having the fun of her life, completely getting over her ex boyfriend, to having a quickie with a hot man, whose bed she was currently lying on, she could not explain what she was feeling at the moment, could not tell if it was a good or bad feeling. His phone rang breaking them apart, Alex reluctantly reached out for his phone lying on the drawer close to his bed, he flung it across the room when he saw the content of the message, it was Pearl, sending him her naked well shaved, and wet pussy, with the caption, " I can't wait to be fucked by you again"

The only times we called were to ask about things in the room or if any one of us were around to pick up something for the other. "Do you think he's romantic?" Andrea asked. I groaned. "I don't know. I don't know that guy like that and I've told you he's bad news. Like the bad boy type of bad news. He doesn't care about people's feelings, Andrea." She shrugged. "You've told me before but a bad boy is my type. They are good in bed, hot, sexy, protective, possessive, and love hard when they fall for someone for the first time."

. I step over to protect him. But the man never moved his eyes change color again “I said shift!” He sneered. All of a sudden Razor whined even louder and right before my eyes in what felt like minutes but was less then 10 seconds Razor went from wolf to tiny little boy. “WHAT IN THE ENTIRE HELL!” I said without thinking. Razor looks at me with Sadness in his eyes. Me still in open mouth open shock he reaches for my hand, and I snatched it away from him and then yelling in pain because I completely forgot my arm was fucked up and I’m sure that I just ripped a couple of stitches. Looking at me crying. “I sorry LaLa please don’t hate me.” Razor said through tears. I come out of my stupor look

"His ring name is RAZE, that's only I can say right now." "Who is the best one between them?" "Well Raze is right-handed man and he is left-handed. I heard Kaiden is strong but moves wise Raze is absolutely great. Though he has left arm shoulder injury three months back during one of matches. " "Oh no then how can he participate today?" "He said he was fine. Nobody swaddles more punch than him. He's feasibly the most dangerous fighter the BB can offer now a days. Just one glance at him, it makes body quiver."

he laughed. “If you touch her I will kill you, you bastard. Don’t you dare fucking touch her or I swear – “ “Change of plans we need to go now,” Razor spoke running toward us. “Traitor,” I gritted my teeth before spitting in his direction. “Now that’s not the way a rich heir was taught to behave.” Jay taunted. “It looks like the whole gang's here. I’m going to kill you last for everything you did.” I said as I walked close, shaking the cage with pure deserved rage.

Erica moved back to Beverly Dale to find out the fat freak she used to bully isn't the freekles boy she used to know. The braces were gone, the shyness was gone, muscles replaced the chubbiness. He is literally a hot piece of cake. The Bryan Andrews that had a serious crush on her years back now checks all the bad boy boxes. Tattoos. Check ✅. Piercings. Check. ✅ . Bluntness. Check. ✅ Dominance ✅ check. Bullying ✅ check. Fuck boy ✅ check.

We left the area and surely tomorrow will be another day of GREAT news. I am Quinn Amethyst Barclay, a Filipina, twenty and I’m… THE BADASS. First of all, I hate guys second, guys are a freak third, guys are the same. I mean, what’s new with that? Guys are guys and they are cheaters as f*ck! The reason why I became such a hater of guys and romance is because of my dad. He left us when I was fifteen, so basically, I already have senses and I understand what’s happening around me and with my family.

A tall black-haired boy who had hit Hazel was looking at her with an angry expression. “She hit our upcoming Alpha, who the hell she thinks she is, a pathetic rogue. A speck of dirt collected by North-poles, how dared she touch the queen of werewolves, a white wolf, this weak little bitch,” he said while spitting over the floor. Hearing those words for herself, she felt a rush in her veins. She got up and punched Rudy over his face and he fell, she kicked him on his dick. She was punching him over and over again and again, but then someone grabbed her by her collar back and dragged her, it was some black-haired girl, who had blue eyes.

I lashed at her and there began the World War 3000! “Who do you think you are Zack?? What do you think of yourself?? First, you start drinking at an illegal age and now, I had to bail you out from jail?? Seriously, you have gone to that level of being a teenage bad boy??” she scorned at me taking all her wrath out at once.