Certified Badass Novels & Stories

“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 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.

You know him? His lips separated. He took some time to respond and gave me the impression that my question was absurd. He snarled, "Jeez! Khrystal, he's a magnate tycoon! A billionaire for Pete's sake!" "He's that famous? I thought he was just an investor," I muttered. His mouth fell open even more. It led me to come to a realization in some way. I was unable to conduct a background check on the target person since I was under too much time constraint to finish the project proposal.

His light hair was cut short, and as he scanned the room, he silently threatened pain to anyone who dared to mess with him or his people. Last but not least was the bad boy. He radiated power and lethality like the badass, but his style and posture were both very devil-may-care. The hint of tattoos peeking out from the neck of his long-sleeved shirt all but screamed bad boy. Zephyra would’ve loved to give all three of them a go, one at a time or even all three together.

She was scared of dying, and she was too much of a coward to leave him. I guess I should thank my dad for teaching me to be the predator and not the prey. Because of him, I taught myself always to have power over those wimpy little nerds and show them who the boss is. I enjoyed being feared. It was better than being pushed around. Shoot, I even got any girl I wanted. I had bronzed skin, tousled brown hair, green eyes, and my face was strong and define, which qualified me as handsome to most girls in my school. I made sure I worked out regularly, so I had well-defined abs and biceps, so all I had to do was to pretend to be interested, and they were eager to be with me, the high school bad boy

"This race of course! Do you know how dangerous this is?! What if something happens to you? What will your mom react?" My gaze hardens as I looked at her. "First, I know what I’m getting myself into. Second, I’ll make sure nothing happens to me." A look of disbelief etched on her features. "How can you be so sure everything will go the way you want?" "Because I’m the one who play the part and I will make sure nothing happens to me." I said coldly then left her standing with a shocked expression. Valerie Hernandez I stared at his retreating back in disbelief. This guy is insane and full of himself! I was just looking out for him and he respond me like that?

Dave and Zoe said in unison. "Those 3 guys are the founders, owners, stakeholders and whatever else kind of ownership there is of the Bad Boys Club." At this Annabel Reed's eyes came up from her book "I said no talking! " she looked at me "I heard you got into trouble at English today? You should learn to do more than drool over people who will laugh at you after pranking you and get your nose buried in your book." The poor juniors seating with us flinched at the sight of their head girl's rage but if Annabel Reed noticed it she didn't say anything about it. With her never smiling face and commanding tone my guess is she grew up in a military base.

The realization sank in slow, cold waves. So that mysterious person… the one who had saved us, or whatever the person did, had actually killed someone. Jerry continued, his tone cautious. “Whoever that shooter was… he or she isn’t just skilled—they’re deadly. That shot was clean, precise. That wasn’t luck, boss. That was experience. That’s someone who’s done it before.” I clenched my jaw. “You mean—” “I mean,” he interrupted softly, “we were dealing with a certified criminal. A professional.”