Badgy X Billy Novels & Stories

My mouth felt sticky and dry, but I was happy to hear that my voice didn’t have a tremor. “Now we see how much your boyfriend is willing to pay for you,” Billy said. He looked at his watch. “Good plan,” I said, letting the sarcasm drip into my voice. “How exactly do you plan on doing that? Have you ever watched a crime show? The bad guys never get the ransom. The cops always figure it out.” Billy looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I braced myself for the slap that I knew was coming. He always raised his eyebrow before he hit me.

“Who was that man, mama? Was he hurt? Is that why he bleeded all over the house?” “Bled, honey,” I corrected. “And yes, he was hurt.” “Are you hurt, mama?” he asked, his voice high and tight. I felt awful. Billy had come downstairs and seen the floor and a stranger covered in blood. Then he’d been rushed out of the room. He was trying to be brave but I could tell he was scared. All this time, he’d been wondering if his mother was okay. I should have known. Billy was so much more mature and sensible than Belle. Belle was innocent and naïve. She bought the ketchup story hook, line, and sinker. But I should have known Billy would see right through it.

What cut deeper was the realization that this was the kind of life my daughter had endured in the Grant household—a life of humiliation and abuse. "Didn't you hear me?" the boy snarled, scrambling back to his feet, his face contorted. "My dad will never let you go!" He lunged toward me, and Isla's shrill voice rang out. "What are you bodyguards standing around for? Didn't you see Young Master Evan being bullied? Are you all dead?" From the shadows, men in black surged forward. In an instant, three of them pinned me down, their iron grips locking my arms and legs.

Fury in his eyes, Grabbing Kelvin by the shirt and dragging him out. The video froze. Then words appeared on the screen: “Your Best Friend Can Also Be Your Worst Enemy.” A wicked laughing emoji followed then The screen went black. Silence Then chaos. “What?!” “Tina is disgusting!” “She’s so evil!” “Thank God Cathy left her!” “And she called herself school queen?” “Queen? She’s not even worthy!” “For once… Secret TV did something good.” Voices erupted from every corner. Tina stood frozen, she felt exposed and destroyed.

Billy letting the others have a moment to take in the incredible sight of his stepmother before he sent her off to get them all another beer, even though their current one’s had been barely touched. “This is the best Billy!” said Clint, “you fucking rule man!” “Hell yeah!” agreed Dougie. “How would you like her to suck your cock?” Billy asked them. After seeing Billy’s hot stepmother strip off and let them play with her tits, Dougie and Clint thought that nothing could surprise them again. They were wrong. “You’re shitting us?” Clint said in disbelief, although everything he had seen so far suggested that Billy was deadly serious. “How would you like to fuck her?” Billy asked.

The poor girl I’m about to traumatize hides her face in his chest, laying still underneath him. “Rounding up the torturous school year with a good fuck I see.” I say with a biting tone. “What do you want, Caldwell?” He bites back and when he attempts to open his mouth again—probably to throw an insult at me—I beat him to it by tossing the paper bag at him.

I turned around, and Kenna stood in the middle of hall, with a small group of her cheerleaders. “You think a little kiss could make you entitled to my man.” Confusion appeared on my face. Everyone in the hall turned to me, and soon enough, the whispers filled the hall. “What are you talking about, Kenna?” My voice shook, as my mind raced. How did she know? Kenna laughed, “I know everything, Blob Alyson. The fact that a fat, disgusting wretch like you thinks that she can stand besides Leon is hilarious. You can’t even cheer him up because you are too big.”

There, three people were in a commotion—none other than Matthew, who was desperately trying to pull his brother Mac Arthur away, as Mac Arthur clung tightly to the leg of a man wearing a red polo shirt. “I DON’T WANT TO! I DON’T WANT TO! BRING BARBII OUT FIRST!!!” Mac Arthur shouted loudly, causing his brother Matthew to close his eyes in embarrassment. 'Why does he let his crazy little brother run loose like this?!' The man in the red polo shirt glared angrily at the two siblings who were pulling at each other. He grimaced as he felt his black pants slowly slipping down, forcing him to keep pulling them up to prevent them from sliding further.

---------------------------------------------- Billy ---------------------------------------------- The police officer had dragged me out of the back of the car, probably a little more gently than he might of normally. Billy was out on the old wooden porch. I was afraid that he was going to beat me. He had been patient with me so far, but I hadn't really gotten into trouble since I'd been here, except for some basic teenage backtalk. He was a big guy, tall and beefy, with a huge red beard. It was still twilight, so I could see the white of his teeth. Was he smiling? "Here you go, Billy," the deputy said, "He got himself into a bit of a scuffle. Decided to start a fight with three young men d

It was so funny. Max Jackson, the school bad boy and player, attacked by his little sister who gave him a makeover. And not to forget, Max Jackson is also ticklish. I fell down on the floor, unable to stop my laughing fit. Soon, my parents and Cindy also cracked up laughing but stopped when they noticed the glare Max was sending my way.