Black Baddie Novels & Stories

Besides being an actor, Derris also doubled as an musician and he was part of a band called Black Diamond with three other guys: Caleb Stone, Jeremy Kyeong and Maximilian Crest. Apart from being one of the most biggest boy bands around, they were also known for their various escapades with anything in a skirt with Maximilian being the only exception. He was silent, reserved and was the only member of Black Diamond that could rarely ever be seen with a girl. The reason behind this was not known.

Of course, I was up to something and yes I was up to no good. I raised my hands in surrender. “Yes, you got me I am up to no good. And that’s because I have been pressured to go back to being the bad girl.” She squealed. “No way! You’re really going to finally get back at the Bad Boys Club for humiliating you?” I nodded. She covered the space between us and hugged me while screaming loud enough to burst my eardrums. “Yes! Now we can have some drama liven this place up.” She pulled back and looked up into my face. “Tell me all about it! What have you got planned? “

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He yelled and the guy scurried out as he was bit by a scorpion on the butt. Mr. Black entered and sat before Andreas. He was followed by his assistant. Black was a man in his late forties and had a few greys here and there on his head. He had a got and he dressed up in expensive suits. He so well maintained the good politician look. From the way he walked to what he spoke, everything was manipulative. He was the candidate for the mayor and he wanted to go big after that. But Andreas would never let that happen. Andreas and Black were arch-enemies. They hated each other way too much to even pay people off to kill them.

Sia bent down to her level and met the latter’s eyes. “Let me tell you something you don’t know Zurie” Sia started. “You don’t know my parents Zurie but let me tell you something you should know. I can beat you here black and blue, beat you till you can’t move a muscle and there’s nothing that would happen to me, I can shove you off the bleacher stands like you did to me and no harm would come to me, heck no one would even dare to report me. I can waylay you when you are going home and cart every single one of your belongings, your clothes inclusive, and leave you naked, you and your driver, you wouldn't be able to do anything to me and you know it” Sia said and everyone could feel the hairs

“At least tell me what kind of bad shit.” She stops and looks at me with an expression of worry and pity and pretty much nothing good. “Blacktop is into drugs, sex trafficking, blood fight and a whole lot of disgusting stuff. The fucking Alexei you are madly in love with maybe linked to your sister disappearance.”

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

The rival MC. “Hell of a welcoming party,” Jax muttered, pulling Sienna behind him. One of the bikers swung off his ride, stepping forward. He was massive, bald, with a snake tattoo curling up his neck. He grinned, all teeth. “Evenin’, Maddox. Brought us a little present, I see.” His gaze slid to Sienna like a knife. Sienna’s pulse hammered. “Jax—” “Shut up,” Jax growled, low and protective.

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.

“Not Justin. I don’t know who. He didn’t say his name.” “Description?” “Black suit. Blue eyes. _Memento mori_ tattoo.” I closed my eyes. Saw the blood again. “He said ‘better.’” Rosie went very still. “Describe the tattoo.” “Across his ribs. Script. _Memento mori_. Why?” She didn’t answer. She went to her laptop. Typed. Turned the screen to me. WANTED. DOMINIC BLACKWOOD. 30. Armed and dangerous. Last seen Upper West Side. If seen, do not approach. Contact FBI.