Baddies Razor Novels & Stories

Tutoring The Bad Boy [When Miss Petite meets Mr. Arrogant] . 🍭Episode 2🍭 . Ariel Woods "Haven Griffin". Harmony scrolls through her phone. "He's the cutest yet baddest guy in all of our college". "Sounds harmful to be with him". "Oh please. Ariel, when you get to see him, you'll definitely crush on him like I am". She replies. I roll my eyes. "Not possible". "Like they say, the good girl always falls for the bad boys".

Tbc💗⏳ Zeke's a troublemaker but could be romantic at times. Now we'll know what's going on in that stupid head of Zeke's. Teaser: Stay tuned!

Bad Boys | Zara Larsson I said there's something 'bout the bad boys That makes the good girls Fall in love I said there's something 'bout the bad boys That makes the good girls Fall in love Clear as a crystal or sharp as a knife Words will be words 'til you bring them to life Show the whole world that you're mine alone Tell them girls to go find their own A U T U M N

Beat Beat What the hell is wrong with my heart? She took a step closer and the stare she gave me felt like a glare, a gentle glare. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why do keep interfering in my personal life? You are such troublesome. Because of you..." "Hey, guys." Rhia's voice chimed in and stopped Laura's barking in the midway. "I thought you left already," I said, running my fingers into my hair. Not to show off but it truly does relieve my stress out. Rhia's eyes dropped on my hair as she smiled and shook her head. "My car hasn't arrived yet." Then her gaze shifted at Laura. "You both are getting drenched." She gaped before taking us under the umbrella she was holding.

I turn to glare at whoever interrupted the class but am surprised as I don’t recognize the face. “Yes?” our teacher raises a brow. “New student,” the guy holds up a pass in between two fingers as he moves further into the classroom. The girls already begin to swoon over his ‘bad boy’ attire consisting of black pants, white v- neck, and the famous leather jacket and combat boots. He scans the class for all I can think of to be new prey and I glance down and begin the assignment the teacher now wrote on the board.

I looked down in horror at my ruined clothes, then looked up to see who had done it. It was Madison Clarke. One of Allison's inner circle. A strawberry-blonde petite girl with a mocking, mean-girl grin that set my teeth on edge. "Oh!" Her eyes went wide with fake surprise. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there…” Cold liquid soaked through the fabric instantly, dripping slowly to the floor. Tapioca pearls scattered across my chest and down to the hem. "Oops." Madison's smile grew vicious. "Now your hand-me-down dress is ruined. What a shame."