Cowo Badboy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Even his name sounded annoyingly attractive. "Let me guess," I said, trying to sound casual. "He’s some kind of brooding bad boy?" Olivia snorted. "More like a walking red flag." I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "He’s a playboy," Olivia said bluntly. "The kind who flirts with anything that breathes and leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes." She rolled her eyes. "I swear, half the girls in this school have fallen for his stupid charm at some point. You’d think they’d learn."

"What's the rush we have classes together." I didn't slow down. I kept walking. "Look I appreciate the ride and stuff but we don't have to pretend to be friends just because we came together." "Woah." His eyes widened. "We don't have to pretend. We can be friends." He grinned. "Boys like you aren't friends with girls like me." "I'm sorry are you an expert on boys like me," he smirked. "What kind of boy am I anyway?" "The bad kind," I said and he laughed.

"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.

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.

I hiss the password off my charred dry lips, hating that I just told this monster my boyfriend’s date of birth. He lets go of my hair forcefully and unlocks my phone as he comes to stand before me. His eyes narrow into slits, and I instantly know that he has just seen my wallpaper—a selfie photo of Leo and me together on his bed, with his fingers pinching my puffed grumpy cheek and his other hand taking the picture of us. "Cute,” Cole sneers, his lips curling into a mocking smile as he glances back at me. “Your little boyfriend, huh? Let’s see how much he’s willing to pay to get you back."

She responded. I rolled my eyes. “I would hope as the Don of the italian mafia, that the dude would be ‘scary as fuck’ Badge,” Arrow stated, ignoring the sexy part. “Don’t forget the sexy part Arrow,” She teased back. “Well considering his right hand Evan Amaro goes by the name Machine and owns one of the most successful security companies in the world, then yes the rumors are true.” I too avoided the sexy part. I didn’t owe anything to Aaron, but I still respected that we were intimate with each other. He didn’t need me gawking over Kaden Romano. I would tell Badger how sexy Kade was later when it was just her and I.

He shouted while he shook his sunglasses to the floor. "Just relax. Right now Mario is already in jail. The false receipts of your product purchase could be a reason for you to accompany Mario inside the prison. Another thing, your illegal business in human trafficking is dragging you to prison." I calmed down myself with a pen in my hand. "You are insolent! Don't interfere in my affairs! My business has never harmed you! Stupid widow!" He shouted as he stood against me. See any dangerous situations, I'll give a code to the security to take that guy down.

I felt like hitting a rod on his skull. He continued saying “As you have no experience in being a girlfriend let me tell you few things. When your boyfriend texts you, you should reply back happily and whenever your boyfriend who is me, asks you to go out, you should accept. And the important thing, you shouldn’t tell anyone that I was blackmailing you.” I crossed my arms while he was telling few stupid things. “I would never follow these things.” He stood from the bed and stepped forward crowding me. “You have to.” He smirked.

The moment they left, I started to consider if Jamie was only pretending to be a bad boy or if this is just an act. After a few more minutes of trying to get to know him, for instance, like his hobby, he loves football and art, would you have thought the bad boy could draw. His favourite food is macaroni and cheese. Jamie's dad is a billionaire, and he loves macaroni and cheese. I thought he would be a spoiled rich boy who picks on people, but I guess I judged him before getting to know him. Even though I wanted to know more, I felt tired, so I told him I was getting sleepy, and we called it a night.

“Who knew the pretty boy could keep his word?” “I did!” A thin man in his early twenties claims. He’s Trent Smith, a hacker who was arrested for trying to break into a police precinct’s system to steal information on behalf of a client. He’s the youngest among the men with tousled blonde hair and an impish gleam.