Certified Badass Novels & Stories

Jo and I watching Christmas cartoon movies, and Owen cuddled between us. ASHTON "Ready?" Apolo asks me and tightens the bandages forcefully. I nod. I'm going to mess up his face. "You're not doing this for a girl," Unax reminds me. "If you go in with that mindset, you're weak." "It's not for a girl." It's because he's a son of a bitch, a damn bastard who messed with me when he thought I was harmless. And just a little bit for a girl. I'm not entirely angry when I enter the ring. It's more fun to see him with that asshole face that I'll break, but he has to open his damn mouth.

Hell, a stupid magazine had done a write up on NYC most eligible bachelors and placed my picture as number one, I had been furious and tried to have myself taken out of the article but my attorney had spouted some crap about freedom of speech, since the publishing of the article,i was being approached by even more materialistic females. The magazine listed my net worth as equal to the richest man in the world, they had also said i was tall, dark and handsome, he stood over six feet, with broad shoulders and muscles that rippled throughout his entire body, i hated gyms but i ran every morning and sometime in the evenings too, I had discovered at a young age that running was a great form of re

Two divine circles, one golden and one black, were projected on his back, making him look like a supreme deity looking down on everyone like ants. This man is Long Jianchen, who was practicing two of the BADASS abilities given by Long Che, namely, [Chaotic Boxing] and [Dual Divine Circle of Chaos]. It's not known exactly how Long Jianchen was able to master these supreme abilities so quickly, but it's probably due to his bloodline.

"I love working with companies and strike a mutually beneficial business deal. And I fucking love football.? I feel those butterflies again in my stomach. Right now, he looks so sexy. And he still has this bad boy aura that I always wonder how. But it's not like some destructive, wrecked bad boys many girls sometimes fantasize to sweep off their feet. Those who are insecure and have tattoos plus guns and whom their parents definitely won't approve. This bad boy is different. It's the kind of those bad boys who are driven, intellectual and have mastered self-control to really kick ass in the real dog-eat-dog world.

“Dont fucking dare you asshole to ever warn me! and why do you want a bambina? Trust me I will tear you apart if you try to move on from your words? And you gorgeous lady this arrogance suits you. Now come on, move your ass in a seductive way. Please me with your body and then share it with my men to please you so that this asshole cries in hell whatever he did very bad to us.” “You are in no place to order me you rotten egg! You all are already in this shit trade which is called dark and crimes always do bad to others so why are you expecting good when he is the crime lord your Capo.”she smiled raging at the bulls in front of her. But nothing could scare as she saw worse, because she tamed

"Sierra brought it to me. Said you threatened her with it." Valentina's blood ran cold. "How did she—" "Get it? She searched your apartment this morning while you were at the park." Connor moved toward her. "Turns out sheriff's badges are good for something." "That's illegal search." "So was breaking into my room." Connor's smile returned, shark-like. "I think we're even, don't you?" Valentina backed toward the door. "Duke is innocent. That video proves it." "That video proves nothing. It's me venting, playing devil's advocate. Any decent lawyer would argue it was hypothetical." Connor kept advancing. "But you know what it does prove? That you're willing to do anything—lie, steal, manipulate

He was so cute—probably the cutest boy I've ever seen. My heart ached. What the hell is this feeling? Jeanne doesn't think any boy's cute. Jeanne's heart doesn't ache or beat fast. I was so captivated, I didn't know when I knelt next to the armchair, admiring every bit of his face. He suddenly opened his eyes. "What the hell, freak!" he yelled; he had every right to be startled. "I'm so... sorry. You seemed like you passed out, so I was just... "

I fold my arms over my chest and focus on the wall and the poster of the boy band I was obsessed with as a child. “Black Industries is failing, and he approached Matteo with a deal. Matteo took it but made him sign over everything as collateral. Curtis is not that smart, he didn’t read the contract. Curtis thinks he is now untouchable because of Matteo. But he doesn’t realise he just got into a cage with a dragon. That dragon is biding his time to burn him, his associates, and the elite of New York that are involved in this to the ground.” I look at him.

I'm not sensitive. You're a fucking smart ass Charll. A badass mothafucka . "Charll, you're not a badass motherfu-" And that was it, the car tumbled over.

"And I dare you to stop acting like some gothic badboy punk, Evans." I can hear my breaths coming out in rasps now, blood pounding in my ears. I notice Luke's eyebrows knit together. A low taunting chuckle escapes his lips. "Did you. . . . . . did you just call me a gothic badboy punk?" "I think I did." "You are one hell of a blabber mouth Smith." "And you are one hell of an asshole who goes about hurting people and not even feeling apologetic about it in the slightest!" I yell.