Certified Badass Novels & Stories

"I got a lot of people to do stuff they wouldn't have done normally." "Oh come on. You don't have to praise yourself too much." I teased. That sparked a challenge in him. I eyed him closely and asked. "Who else is so big on your list?" "Pedro. But I doubt you know him. There are many of them. Carloz, Santaro, the Russians. You don't know what I'm capable of. I am better than the Prick of an ass called Hollis. He's a murderer, I'm not." He bragged.

"Lyric, you can't let anyone bully you, okay?" I can't? "You have to stand up to them, every one of them. I like my girls badass and strong." What? His girls? My heart raced at the thought of him calling me his. Gavin loved strong women who defended themselves from bullies. Without giving it another thought, I pushed him out of the way with both my hands. I was surprised by my ability to move the two hundred pounds of muscle he was. Instead of looking angry, he smiled at me. It was a tiny smile; I would have missed it if I hadn't memorized the outline of his face.

“EXCUSE ME?!” Nikolai stiffened, instantly offended. “What do you mean Cassie is all looks and nothing?! Cassie is PERFECT for me!” Adrian folded his arms. “Oh really? That's perfect then. Veronica is perfect for me.” Nikolai scowled. "No! She’s not.” Adrian leaned in closer, ready to throw hands. “Cassie is loud. Cassie is chaotic. Cassie is violent. Cassie is a danger to public safety.”

We left the area and surely tomorrow will be another day of GREAT news. I am Quinn Amethyst Barclay, a Filipina, twenty and I’m… THE BADASS. First of all, I hate guys second, guys are a freak third, guys are the same. I mean, what’s new with that? Guys are guys and they are cheaters as f*ck! The reason why I became such a hater of guys and romance is because of my dad. He left us when I was fifteen, so basically, I already have senses and I understand what’s happening around me and with my family.

Warning: This is not for anybody under 18, so this is the story for you if you are 18 or older. There will be sex and more sex, and I can't wait to learn more about these crazy funny, loving characters for my story. The Badass & The Beta" Jayson P.O.V. " Jayson, Jayson," Do you want me," I kept hearing a beautiful voice in my mind. That is when I realize what kind of dream I am having.

“Good.” He smirks and crosses his arms, my mouth waters at his biceps. He is so strong and masculine. Did Hayden look this hot as a teen? My brother isn’t as skinny as I am but he isn’t bulky. My heart clenches as my thoughts drift to unholy places and I look away. Why can’t he be mine? I don’t know who created the ranking system but they were not fair to me. The poster child should get a reward for being a good girl. I want him to be my reward. I really like him.

"Yay. If we play volleyball, Belle will probably knock me out again." Grayson put his arm around me as we walked to the gym. "I doubt she would if I threatened her boyfriend," Grayson objected. "She already know I'm physically able to beat the crap out of him." "Do you do that every time?" I asked. "Threaten to beat up Devon whenever Belle does something to bother you?" "I may have a reputation but I believe in not hitting girls," Grayson told me. "So instead, I go after her boyfriend." Grayson and I got to the gym shortly after. I sighed once I realized we were still doing volleyball. I was hoping it was just a one day thing but it turned out we were doing a volleyball unit.

"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.

He’s big, dangerous, and completely obsessed with me. Saxon isn’t the kind of guy you bring home to the folks–not that I have any. As the leader of the biker gang, “The Heartless Bastards,” he has fists like cannonballs, a dark past, a body covered in scars, and lips that whisper secrets I shouldn’t want to hear. When he sets his sights on something, he takes it. And now, he’s got his sights on me.

I see nothing squirming around in them, so at least he has one plus. I missed the faint jagged scar trailing down his right cheekbone in my first perusal. He's hard, immoveable, and again the word deadly flitters through my overtaxed brain. I've never seen a human with a chest his size or muscles that bulge with every breath he takes. The leather harness runs across his pectoral muscles just below his nipples. Maybe he thinks they make him appear more badass. They're unneeded. If King has a middle name, it's Badass.