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.

***** later that day billy was telling George everything that her and lee did but she made sure to keep the part about her mum out. george was happy his sister was happy what more could he ask for .

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.

“I wasn’t involved in her plan…” Cathy tilted her head, unimpressed. “And who said you were?” she asked coolly. “Or is that your guilty conscience talking?” Lydia flinched. Cathy stepped closer. “And don’t even try to lie,” she continued sharply. “You stutter when you’re nervous. Which means you knew exactly what Bianca was planning.” Lydia’s lips parted, but no words came out. Cathy’s tone hardened. “You’re just like Tina. Wicked. Deceitful. And I don’t ever want you anywhere near me again. Do you understand?”

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.

It was a G wagon. All of us watched in awe as we awaited the driver. My heart began to beat fast when I saw the occupant. It was none other than, bathroom boy from yesterday. What was he doing in that kind of car. “Who is that?” one girl asked. “i don't know he’s the son of the billionaire alpha ” she said. What! There were fireworks going up in my head immediately I gulped. Oh dear. It was bathroom boy.

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.

Leon looks at me “Come on, we are going home now” I hesitated, looking back at Jaxton. He gave me a small nod telling me it was fine. Without another word, I followed Leon. Leon tries to talk to me on the drive home and I do not respond. The moment he drives through the gate, I jump out of his car. “Leave the new boy alone” I stared at him in disbelief “Excuse me” “You heard me, stop talking to him, stop looking at him, stay away from him before things get really messy”

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.