Black Baddie Novels & Stories

Did I forget to mention that Jake is a giant? Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration but he is at least six four. I'm sure the leather jacket over the tank with the tattoos on his neck and some of the ones on his chest peeping through added to the visage of a badass. People just automatically got out of the way and pretty soon we were in the cool night air. His grip on my hand was tight and sure and gave me strength. I don't know what was coming next but I knew this time I was going to fight. "Let's go baby we'll take my bike and come back for your car later." He pulled me over to this monstrosity of black and chrome. I'm not an expert but I do believe it's what people in the know might call a

his voice dripped with malicious curiosity. Shock went through Ivan's body, and his heart pounded against his chest. "What have you done to her?" he demanded, his fear mingling with a fierce protectiveness. The scars of Black's past doings against his family still haunted him, never allowing forgiveness to take root. Mocking laughter echoed through the phone once again. "Don't worry, it's not the same as your parents this time, young man," Black retorted, his tone seething with sadistic satisfaction. "I merely wish to have a little chat. Find me when you have time, Mr. Busy Man!"

Just what I need! I would have immediately assumed that he had followed me here to confront me, had he not had company. Shady- looking, crepy as hell company. Mr Blackwood was slanting into the counter by the bar, a glass of whisky in his hand. He looked ragged, like a white- collar psychopath in those work slacks and untucked shirt which was almost unbuttoned all the way. He looked really pissed and to be in a murderous mood, but he had nothing on the villainous hunk next to him. The man was large, his bulging muscles were out of this world frightening, both his arms were covered in tattoos, so was the back of his bald head.. the most notable tattoo was one of a black widow which extended f

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?

The bird above was gone and in front of her was a man with shiny black wings behind his back. Serra gasped as the man choked and pinned her to the tree. She gagged for air, dropping the sword to the ground. He lifted Serra to her feet blocking her windpipe. Rena, where are you, she pleaded on her mind. The Badblood didn't mind the sword that clanged on the ground. He touched Serra's cheeks with his other hand and grinned. "What are you doing here pretty?" the Badblood said, his voice was deep and weirdly sexy. "Where is your little friend? Did she leave you?" he chuckled. "Are you a Badblood too, huh? What can you do?"

by her ruthless billionaire. Love, Blaq.

"They're coming!" The Black Faes emerged from the shadows, their dark forms moving with a fluid grace. Baddy was at the forefront, his expression twisted with malice. "You thought you could defeat me?" he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "You're nothing but insects, scurrying in the light. Tonight, I will crush you once and for all."

That’s some fucked up shit right there. Everybody knows Zach is a good guy. He comes from a rich family and was raised well. Apart from being our senior captain, he’s also smart and so much talented. I wouldn’t necessarily agree that he’s the hottest guy at school but apparently, every girl does see him that kind of way. I’m just left wondering if he was truly sincere when he told me someone’s blackmailing him. It could be possible for a popular person to be blackmailed but come one, he’s Zacheus Riley. Who would blackmail Zacheus Riley?

“Daddy…” Smack! “Dirty fuckin’ slut, getting all wet for Daddy.” Vance growls. “Only for you, Daddy.” I whisper. “Damn right, baby girl. This ass belongs to Daddy and no one else.” Tears stream down my face when he delivers another blow to my bare ass. I reach back to prevent him from spanking me, but leather bites into my wrist. I cry out only to have him grab a fistful of my hair and yank my head back to force me to look into his eyes. “Not so brave anymore, are we? You want to piss Daddy off? That’s fine, but not without consequence. I’ll make sure your ass is nice and red. Spank the defiance right out of this bratty ass. Now, hand back on the sofa. You have three more spanks from Daddy b

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.