Certified Badass Novels & Stories

I’ve been described with a lot of unpleasant and derogatory descriptions all my life because of just doing something I wanted to do. Horrible, nasty, filthy, awful, terrible, dick, weak, scumbag, dirtbag, stinkpot, and douche bag and almost every negative adjective Merriam-Webster could think of. People got to say what they got to say and for me, it’s not that bad when you feel that you’re the good guy and the rest is just being a villain charged with the hunger to destroy you. I think that way. I’m a fucking legend.

"Why did you become silent? Tell me na, am I too kind?" "The world is cruel no doubt and you, my love, is like an angel and being too kind is not bad you know." "So you also think that I am very kind?" "There is no doubt in that." "You know I can be a badass too," I said only to receive his chuckle. "You don't believe me?" I asked him to which he turned me around and said, "You and badass?" "Namit, I am serious." "And I am batman," he replied rolling his eyes.

He added, waiting for my reaction. Large and very rich pack. Their Alpha - Luca Sheridan - was young, probably my age. He challenged his own father, who stepped down too afraid of being killed. A wuss and a jerk. What a great lineage... Despite that, I still could not piece out why they thought I would react badly to that.

Though, that isn't what got me gawking. It's the fact that he is... perfect. He is slightly scarred from battles he surely has had during our time apart, but so much wider and bigger than in the past. Sure, he isn't my height, but damn, he is cut. I can't help but gape at his superhero body and stare at the thin, dark line of hair disappearing into his branded boxer shorts. They are pulled a little higher than his pants, and my brain cells jump out through my ears when I see the bulge in his pants.

God, he looks like a fucking sexy macho dripping melting ball of delicious ice cream vanilla with all that sweat and thick, ripped corded muscles. I am really, totally fucked. "Focus Cage!" A deep loud masculine voice booms from behind me, making me flinch just the same time Killer swoops in on Nate's distracted stance, sweeping Nate's legs out from under him. They both crash to the hard ground. Oh God no.

Gabriel unties me without cumming in my ass and makes me stand in front of everyone with nothing but a cockring, harness and collar. “What you see before you is a beautiful birthday boy. My Boy! My Bad Boy who I love with all my heart! My Bad Boy who will be in my bed tonight and always, if I have it my way…Rhett, Sweetheart...I would like to show you the sample for the custom leather pieces I am having made for you and I so that we can have a matching set. I will commission matching pisces for when Rachelle earns her collar as well,” Gabriel says, presenting a beautiful black piece of leather, stamped with a wave pattern and stained with hints of blue and green.

Blood was oozing from his knuckles, but he didn't stop. "This girl, this fucking badass girl is trouble! She's not here, but she's still in my mind. Oh, God!" He shrieked, clenching his hair, going insane. He was losing his mind as he couldn't understand what was happening to him.

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

Three— Punch. --- The impact cracked through the hallway. His head snapped sideways. A gasp broke from somewhere behind them. Belle’s knuckles stung instantly. Sharp. Bright. Real. But she didn’t feel it. Not really. --- Punch. He staggered. Lost balance. Tried to steady himself. Didn’t get the chance. --- Punch. He hit the ground. Hard. --- And still— She didn’t stop. --- Each hit was controlled. Not wild. Not messy.

-I need to know why you are saying that I killed Andy," the guy answered. I frowned at what he had said. Colton never said that, never mentioned it. Darren did. -How can you prove I said that? -Colton didn't seem to be afraid of the guys. The last guy was leaning against the kitchen wall with a cigarette in his hand. The guy was tall, white, and half-bellied. -I heard over there," he replied. -First find out before you come to this house to frame me. Anyway, what difference does it make if I talked or not. You know I'm not afraid of you, Cobra, and you'd better not make me angry," he spat. Apparently Colton was very brave, and that made me even more impressed with him. A brave man, who will