Novel & Cerita Certified Badass

Did I forget to mention that Jake is a giant? Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration but he is at least six four. I'm sure the leather jacket over the tank with the tattoos on his neck and some of the ones on his chest peeping through added to the visage of a badass. People just automatically got out of the way and pretty soon we were in the cool night air. His grip on my hand was tight and sure and gave me strength. I don't know what was coming next but I knew this time I was going to fight. "Let's go baby we'll take my bike and come back for your car later." He pulled me over to this monstrosity of black and chrome. I'm not an expert but I do believe it's what people in the know might call a

he stammered. The Demonic Trio were notorious and everyone knew how powerful they were and yet Sebastian had easily defeated them. Cassandra's eyes were as wide as saucers and were filled with pure terror. "How is he so strong?" she asked in disbelief. She thought that Sebastian was nothing more than a pretty face but it seemed like she was wrong. He was definitely more than just a pretty face and he might even be more powerful than Alvin, who was quite well-known within the martial arts world!

He truly was a real life superhero with not only his skill on the team, but also in the bedroom. Chief and Badger got in the front. “ we will get them, Evie.” Badger promised, looking back at me. I never had a lot of girlfriends, but she was my absolute best friend. Jessica Fitzgerald got the nickname Badger because of how lethal she was. She specialized in jujitsu, martial arts, and hands on combat. Like the honey badger, they seem cute, cuddly and innocent; however piss one off and they are deadly. The blonde bombshell, had her long blonde hair in a tight high bun.She propped up her long legs on the dash. Her piercing green eyes promised me the revenge that we both so desperately wanted. H

He has his signature bored look as he tries to sell chicken while wearing the chicken suit. The infamous bad boy is wearing what now!? Reed Langston -aka JerkAss- is the epitome of evil. I usually avoid "bad words", or inappropriate words. However, I call him JerkAss because he is one. He is also the infamous bad boy of my high school. This is hilarious because I believe that calling him the Bad Boy is overrated. After all, as far as I know, the worst thing he has ever done would be to skip some of his classes. Although apparently, according to the rumors, he is in a gang and does illegal... stuff.

I scored a zero and failed, while Holly got exactly what she wanted and earned the certification. The entire class praised Holly for her brilliance, saying she could pass even while partying. As for me, they mocked me for being a tryhard. Some even said that a nobody like me could never rise above my station. I refused to accept it and applied for a review, and the results showed every single one of my answers was wrong, while Holly's were all correct. I tore through everything from my past experiments, only to find that every certificate bore Holly's name. Holly immediately accused me of theft. "Dakota Saunders, you should know your place! You've always pretended to be hardworking in front

My knees wobbled completely and tears fell from my eyes. So this is how he is, huh? A certified asshole and bastard. To be continued...

"It’s a certificate of bravery. We'll sign it. We're bad at feelings, but we acknowledge you're the most gangster person we know." The sheer, ridiculous absurdity of their apology was so perfectly them that it was impossible to stay completely stone-faced. I stared at the "MADS THE HERO" certificate, then at the money Dante was trying to pass off, and finally at their sincerely awkward, professional hitman faces. "You guys," I said, "You're genuinely the worst." "We know!" Claire said, pouting, "But we're your worst. Please don't hate us." Then breakfast was just... total chaos. Standard Capone stuff. But I kept staring at that ridiculous "MADS THE HERO" certificate Silvio had pushed at me,

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“But at the council things sometimes move really fast. My approval was this morning. I arrived with a direct letter. I can show you.” She seemed like she was going to interrogate him for the better part of the next twenty minutes but there was something in his recommendable demeanour that defused her suspicions. She nodded once. “Fine. What brings you here?” “I’ve been advised as a combat strategist and close-combat instructor. I am an expert in precision and reflex improvement.” He looked around at me. “But really, I just wanted to see what it is this place is. Saw the tech here’s ahead of the rest of the region”.

She always looked gorgeous, even when she was angry, even when she was throwing my own words back in my face with that defiant spark in her eyes. Watching her sleep was dangerously becoming one of my favourite things. But this time, it was different. Just like last night had been different. Keanu Martell did not fuck women without a condom. It wasn't even a rule I had to think about anymore. It was instinct. A line I'd drawn years ago and never crossed. There had been women who'd asked and tried to convince me to go raw. I'd refused every single one. I'd even ended arrangements over less.