Baddies Razor Novels & Stories

"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,"

My heart raced as two rogues stepped inside, their faces devoid of warmth, a coldness that made me want to shrink away. “Get up,” one of them ordered, his voice rough like gravel. I stood my ground, unwilling to be intimidated. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” I snapped, crossing my arms defiantly. I’d seen enough of their brutality to know that submitting would only lead to more suffering. The rogue shot me a warning look, and I could sense the tension in the air as he stepped closer. “You don’t have a choice, lady. The Boss wants to see you.” “Tell the Boss to shove it!” I yelled, my voice echoing off the damp stone walls. I felt a surge of adrenaline, a primal instinct to fight back ris

The Riot Kings Summer Rally transformed Riverdale for one weekend each year. Motorcycles lined the main street, leather-clad riders from chapters across three states filling the bars and restaurants. Music, laughter, and the constant rumble of engines created a soundtrack unlike any other. Valentina stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, barely recognizing the woman who looked back. Faded jeans hugged her curves, tucked into well-worn boots. A simple black tank top showed off arms that had grown stronger from months of mechanical work. And over it all, the leather jacket with roses embroidered on the back—a piece of her past reclaimed, no longer hidden away in shame.

Razor cried out. “Who’s your boss!?” Nothing. He punched Razor’s face, furious. “I asked who is your boss?” It seemed as if the question triggered something in Razor as he suddenly grew immune to the pain. Razor laughed amidst tears and snorts. “You should try harder” Razor said, “That’s a four year old's punch.” Victor pulled out the knife from Razor’s shoulder then stabbed his hip. “Who’s your boss!?” Nothing. Victor boiled inside, they must have done something to them to make them not talk. He decided to deviate.

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

The tide of spectators shifted, their allegiance pivoting to Rebbeca as they became caught up in the intensity of the moment. Rebbeca basked in the spotlight, a triumphant smirk curling her lips as she reveled in the adoration washing over her. The swell of cheers fueled her determination, encouraging her with newfound vigor. Yet, amidst the crowd’s cheers, a subtle movement caught Roxcy’s eye. Sensing a momentary lapse in Rebbeca’s focus, Roxcy quickly seized the opportunity. With a lightning-quick maneuver, Roxcy utilized the ropes surrounding the ring to her advantage. In a calculated twist, she propelled herself forward, her momentum culminating in a forceful headbutt aimed squarely at R

not even mine, and now taking the rich was ... strange. Disgusting not because nothing that has to do with Rich seems disgusting but out of the ordinary. But he was looking at me, looking insecure now. I didn't want to let him down. "Okay." I took the razor, raised his hand and, with my trembling hands, I made a small cut from which blood came out. Rich didn't even flinch, it was as if he was used to pain. I brought his hand to my mouth and sucked his blood. I looked into his eyes as he did. I tasted my mouth now. Rich looked satisfied. When I finished taking his blood I felt strange, I don't know. "Now we are united," he whispered, approaching me seductively. Then I remembered Lina and her