Cowo Badboy Novels & Stories

"You naughty tease." 'Are you saying no to your master?' Dante asked in the text he sent back to her. 'Oh, I guess I just did. Am I being a bad girl?' she texted back and Dante groaned, adjusting in his seat as his hard cock got uncomfortable in his trousers. 'A very bad girl. You'd better get ready to be punished and corrected when I get home.' 'I can't wait for you to make me a good girl.' 'I want this bad girl bent over my desk when I get back home. I want you to arch your back real nice and take whatever Master has for you.'

They where looking at the entrance. I followed their gaze and my eyes went wide. It's him, my neighbour. He walked in confidently, I saw some girls giggling at him and whispering something to each other ears. The girl by his side, was a beautiful petite girl, she had brown hair, her tits exposed a little as he placed his arm around her neck and she put hers on his waist. "That's Ashley Benetton the captain of the cheerleading and her boyfriend Noah Black, Halloway prince and the school bad boy. He is approximately the richest student in this school" Megan explained.

I almost peed my pant when the sound of boots hit the pavement, and taking a look below, was Jordan. The epitome of the bad boy stereotype. He’s dressed in a fitted leather jacket that accentuated his broad shoulders. His jeans were dark and well-fitted, and his boots were polished to a high shine. His hair was artfully disheveled, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. He had a dangerous air about him, but he was undeniably attractive. I couldn't help but be drawn to him, even as I tried to maintain my composure. I noticed how Cassidy turned as rigid as a statue, which had me almost bursting into laughter.

Running my hand on my hair, the boy who extinguished the fire turned to face me and my heart literally stopped beating. My jaw dropped and my eyes bulged in shock. His hair wasn't hiding his eyes, he wasn't wearing his hoodie cap, or maybe it fell off his head when he was busy fighting the fire, and most importantly, it wasn't at night. I could see him clearly. The guy I met at the stream and Sydney's birthday party. The guy I called Coward Jake William. He stared at me for a brief moment then shook his head in disappointment and walked away. His royal highness, Prince Jake William.

“They look so much like a perfect piece in the pot,'' Tay commented, clinking his glass with Cassandra’s. “Indeed, they look so much alike and so different. I would choose Kerl as the bad boy anytime any day. I don't know, maybe it's because he is a possessive freak but he is the bad boy, "Cassandra announced while Tay just laughed. His man was the bad guy and he was proud to have him just the way he was.

Sure, Logan was obviously being cheesy to mess with me, but my heart still fluttered at that. I need to stop letting him get under my skin already! I slapped myself a few times to get myself back to reality and went back to work. Logan is bad. You have a boyfriend who is a good guy. Logan bad Stephan good. I keep repeating in my head as if I'm a toddler. BOOM! I yelp and instinctively go under the desk as I hear a loud exploding sound followed by yelling outside my office. That's got to be the sound of a gunshot or a bomb or something! Are we under attack?

The poor girl I’m about to traumatize hides her face in his chest, laying still underneath him. “Rounding up the torturous school year with a good fuck I see.” I say with a biting tone. “What do you want, Caldwell?” He bites back and when he attempts to open his mouth again—probably to throw an insult at me—I beat him to it by tossing the paper bag at him.

What was I seriously thinking? That a kiss will change anything? This isn’t a movie or a high school romance, the Badboy doesn’t end up with the nerd. Hell, I will finish high school without a boyfriend and I will die a virgin. He should have walked away. I would pick his silence over his words. We are not friends so why did he kiss me? Oh, I get it. To prove a point. I was nothing more than a little experiment to the jerk.

"I detest people walking out on me." She tisked, relaxing comfortably in her seat. "You'll have to get used to it, il mio cattivo. It's a perchant of mine." He raised a brow. "My nickname for you." Her lips curled up, "My bad guy." He rolled his eyes but said nothing else. "So tell me" She waved off the waiter, "Who is Domenico de Cerintti?" "Answer it for yourself." "I don't know which is why I ask you."

He pulls back and appraises us before saying, “Goddamn, you guys make an attractive couple. Seriously, it’s actually kind of unfair.” “You’re such a weirdo,” I say to him. “You know, I have hot friends you could be in an attractive couple with,” I joke. “Pfft, thanks, but no thanks. I don’t do that.” “Neither does Cade,” I reply. “She’s got a point,” Cade says with a chuckle. “Alright, I’m changing my mind about you two being good together if you’re gonna gang up on me like that.” “We all know that’s a lie,” I say with a smirk.