Baddies Razor Novels & Stories

“Come on, babe. Don’t tell me you are perfect. One bad thing that can get you in trouble. It could be anything.” “Fighting,” I reply. If Mummy finds out, she will have a heart attack then call Daddy right after. Later on, they will find a reason to blame themselves or beg me to know where they went wrong. Good thing they won’t find out. I am quitting after the All-Rounder. “Does that count?” Ben’s disappointment is obvious. I try to make up for my lack of bad behaviour by saying, “It’s illegal fighting. So it counts.” “Yeah,” he says with a shrug. But his tone has lost some of its excitement. “We need to start practicing,” he says. “The first round is in January.”

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

he cried, she touched his head then she quickly withdraws her hands in shock "You killed someone today" she said with widened eyes; she could read his mind "I swear it was a mistake" he defended "The wages of sin..." She raised the knife in the air with both hands; Baddo's eyes widen "Is death!!" She stabs him on the chest, he screams in pain, she stabs again, breaking through his rib cage, then forcefully tears the flesh and bone open with her hands she pulls out the heart and cuts off all the veins and arteries attached; Baddo was already dead

Ransom “My pet serial killers haven’t returned. What do you make of that?” Razor asks, sitting beside me on the bed I’m strapped down on. I grunt, shaking my head since I cannot do much else gagged. He snaps a picture of him washing my neck with makeup remover to reveal the hidden tattoos. This stars-damn fucker keeps ruining my makeup! It makes me furious. Well, my version of furious is murdery. Murdery, for me, is a simmer, not a full rolling boil angry like Jase gets.

Razor was a ferocious beast unlike any the wolves had ever seen, surely they knew they were coming to their deaths when they came here. Her link opened up & it was so weak I barely heard her. She said what I already knew, that they had wolfsbaned her. She said they were taking her to Clay, before I felt the connection to her disappear. It just evaporated, leaving a void in my mind & heart. Ofcourse this was the Donahue boy's doing. He staged this attack just so he could take her back, but I wouldn't allow that. The rogues kept coming at me, even more than before, & Razor kept killing them & pressing forward. He wouldn't let them take our mate, not after we had waited so long for her. We got

His light hair was cut short, and as he scanned the room, he silently threatened pain to anyone who dared to mess with him or his people. Last but not least was the bad boy. He radiated power and lethality like the badass, but his style and posture were both very devil-may-care. The hint of tattoos peeking out from the neck of his long-sleeved shirt all but screamed bad boy. Zephyra would’ve loved to give all three of them a go, one at a time or even all three together.

"Well, for one, with those other girls, it was a one time thing but with you, whenever I saw you with Max, it was like a dagger was being pushed into my chest. It hurt so fucking bad. That's why I couldn't resist making all those comments to you that day. I was blinded by my rage and jealousy. It's always been different when you were involved which sucks because Max really deserves someone like you. You're the perfect girl for him and after how much I've hurt him, I really wish I could forget all about you and let you be happy with him but I could never do it. Now tell me I'm not a bad person again. I'm selfish, a terrible friend, human being..." "You're not a bad person. Have you done bad t

He was flanked by his own riders, their colors a stark, ugly contrast to ours. “Smart choice, little bird,” Razor jeered, his eyes flicking over me with an insultingly slow appraisal. “Picking the pretty boy.” My stomach tightened. “He’s more than that.” Razor laughed, a harsh, grating sound. “Oh, I know what he is. He’s the one who’s gonna lose. You chose the wrong rider, darlin’. Should’ve stuck with the muscle.” His gaze cut to Jax, then back to me, lingering again. “Or maybe you just like a good show.”

The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers: “Lila Bennett has lost again! As per the rules… the entire winning crew gets their prize for the next thirty minutes!” The crowd erupted. Razor’s crew, eight dangerous, muscular underground fighters, stepped into the cage, circling me like predators. Damien watched from the front row, his eyes dark with lust and approval. Razor grabbed me first. He ripped off what remained of my tiny sports bra and shoved me down onto my hands and knees in the center of the cage. “Time to claim our prize,” he growled. He slammed his thick cock into my pussy in one savage thrust, making me scream.

A sense of possessiveness passed through me, and I said "You have to stand up to them, every one of them. I like my girls badass and strong." Those words played on my head from the moment I left her with her friend. Approaching my car, I noticed a familiar figure bent over the hood, his head swept to my direction when his gaze caught me. "You have a sweet ride, dude." "I know, Aaron Ryder Archer," I responded. It was, my car was a black Mercedes Benz C- class. Raising his brows, a smile twitched on his lips "Wow, you went with the full name. You are really mad at me,"