Certified Badass Novels & Stories

she wiped her tears. **** *** **** *** **** The room was shrouded in darkness, the only sounds were the loud, crazy moans and the slapping of laps. "Gosh" "More baby, more please" His d**k inside her filling all of her, every inch of her. She wants him so badly, she's a bitch afterall, her eyes rolled as he banged her madly, her loud moans filled the room. Kade Gilbert, a rich playboy notorious for his psychotic behavior, was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure. He didn't care about anything or anyone, living life on his own terms, no matter how wild or bad they seemed.

Thor tapped it, leading him to Erric’s Gossips box, and saw the previews. Drink me! Omg ur so hot ERRIC BEST BOI hi DADDY did you mean need someone* to drink? Kent and Deuss arrived topless and wondered why Thor was laughing. Kent ran and jumped into the pool splashing on Paul Sohan and his glass of cola. “Hey! What if you drink this?” he protested. “Give it to the staff, tell them my sweat’s there. They’d take it.” Deuss stood behind the laughing Thor and took the phone from him. He scoffed and smiled and started typing. Erric couldn’t care less. Deuss was the best on nasty things among them all.

Ryan... "Really Ryan? You got into a fight! And With Nick! Like... seriously? It's your first day." Alex stated, clearly in disbelief. "Are you still the high school's badass boy?" He almost shouted at me, nagging just like an old granny. I silently slumped beside him above the bench, not bothering about what he said. My blood was still ragging inside my body for what happened earlier. I would have just broken his neck. What a bastard.

“They look so much like a perfect piece in the pot,'' Tay commented, clinking his glass with Cassandra’s. “Indeed, they look so much alike and so different. I would choose Kerl as the bad boy anytime any day. I don't know, maybe it's because he is a possessive freak but he is the bad boy, "Cassandra announced while Tay just laughed. His man was the bad guy and he was proud to have him just the way he was.

- It's hard to deny. You aren't bad until you have met someone like Blade Collins. - He's the real deal. You aren't bad until the bad boy/girl is your boy/girlfriend. - Do I need to spell it out for you? B-L-A-D-E C-O-L-L-I-N-S. Signed: Secret Isabella Nolan #1BadAss

Gorilla1 challenged and the anger was obvious on his face. I was silent for a moment. This is what I'm talking about. Don't blame me because I’m not in the right condition today so I said that. This is infuriating. I just want to take a nap. “You know Xania, even if you're a woman...” Gorilla2 said starting to clench his fists. “...we will still hit you so don't be stubborn.” Tsk. These assh*les are getting on my nerves. “Look, I don't want trouble. I really don't have any money and I'm not as rich as you think even though I'm the P.A of your Badboy Prince. Can’t you understand that? You 3 are really gorillas.”

I closed my locker with a soft click, hoping to slip out unnoticed before anyone else could corner me. No such luck. Marcus appeared leaning against the locker next to mine, flashing that polished, confident smile boys like him seemed to practice in mirrors. Up close, he was handsome in a sharp, dangerous way: tall, athletic build, perfectly styled hair, and eyes that promised trouble wrapped in charm.

"How to be a badass." * Joanna's Bucket list: (If found do not read) 1) Scream from the terrace of a high building on why I love Disney movies. 2) Compliment every sad looking person on the road. 3) Play a prank on Mrs. Finn for all torture she put us through. (I am doing the humanity a favor) 4) Paint a random wall in random colors and designs. 5) Go for skinny dipping at midnight. 6) Push Alicia in the pool because she doesn't know to swim.

He states while standing up and helping me up. "H-How?" I ask not remembering the meaning of confidence. "With my help. Everyday after school, we're going to turn you into a total badass. So the question is, are you in?" "Yes."

she felt like her life had suddenly spun way out of control, and that all the plans she had been carefully making for her future were now pointless and stupid. The “YOU’VE GOT THIS” poster was hanging close enough to the photo of Enzo that she sometimes pretended he was telling me that everything was within her reach. That if she just studied a little longer, read a little more, tried a little harder, she would be able to do anything. What a joke. The only thing that really was within her reach was that prissy photo. They had probably rubbed cooking oil on him to make his chest glisten like that, Lilith thought absently as she tore it from the wall.