Dream X Badboyhalo Novels & Stories

Here I lay in a puddle of my own blood hoping I wasn't in too bad of shape. "I'll heal us," my wolf, Halo said sounding confused. "Jubilee would never hurt us," I reminded her. "It is not that. I felt...sparks," Halo whimpered. "He is our mate. That is expected," I replied feeling tired. "No, not from him," she whimpered, but I had already slipped away into an oblivion.

The sound shatters my erotic dream to pieces as it pierces through my skull. Of all times to buzz off, why NOW?! I hiss in annoyance and sweep my hand across the top of my bedside drawer, feeling its surface to locate the damn alarm clock. When I finally find it, I bang my hand on its switch once, silencing the wicked culprit. I quietly sit up from my bed, feeling my wet juices as it coats the inner fabric of my pajamas trousers. Damn Luke Evans! I fucking dreamt about the school's most notorious badboy pleasuring me again.

The door opened completely and my eyes laid on him for a split moment before I screamed and covered them with my hands. “Creep!! Pervert ALERT! Someone HELP.” I shout. This man was crazy! I consider myself lucky that my eyes hadn’t trailed that far, I only saw his face and his neck.. His nicely shaped collar bones, his tattoos. A perfectly made one of a dragon on his shoulder, the head of the dragon extended to his chest. The tail of the dragon slowly curled around his arm and - I didn’t bother looking that down, I had already shut my eyes as soon as I could. Unlike this shameless entity, I was actually a gentlewoman. I kept my eyes shut with such force, random coloured shapes and spots were

Hell, a stupid magazine had done a write up on NYC most eligible bachelors and placed my picture as number one, I had been furious and tried to have myself taken out of the article but my attorney had spouted some crap about freedom of speech, since the publishing of the article,i was being approached by even more materialistic females. The magazine listed my net worth as equal to the richest man in the world, they had also said i was tall, dark and handsome, he stood over six feet, with broad shoulders and muscles that rippled throughout his entire body, i hated gyms but i ran every morning and sometime in the evenings too, I had discovered at a young age that running was a great form of re

And I knew with everything in me, no matter how crazy life got, no matter where it took us, Devon Blackwood would always be my safe place. My home. My happily ever after. ~The End~ Thank you so much for reading Alexa and the Bad boy.

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.

Arman, the ringleader announced, "There are five guys and four beautiful girls here so one gentleman will have to go without a girl... Okay, we'll do it this way." * "Rosetta is with Nico, Stella with Giovanni and Luna with Percy, all of you three will have to let go of your girlfriends for now. Oh, fiancee for Percy." Domenico's brows went up. So this was Luna's famous fiancee. "We'll have five rounds... Girls, you do know how to drive real good?" Rosetta snarled, "Are you being sexist here, Arman?"

And the worst kind of person. The school’s infamous bad boy—the one with the dangerously charming smirk, a reckless attitude, and a reputation so notorious that even teachers sigh in exhaustion at the mere mention of his name. He smokes behind the gym, gets into underground fights, and, if the rumors are true, has even been in illegal car races. There’s even speculation that he once killed someone. And yet, despite all that, girls still line up to throw themselves at him. Jessica included, apparently. But Jack Carter isn’t just a bad boy with a pretty face—he’s also a hockey prodigy.

Liora asked, climbing into his lap. “Yes, princess,” he said, kissing her curls. “And you and Luca get to walk with the rings.” Their excited squeals filled the room. Later, after the children were asleep, Damien and I sat on the rooftop with a bottle of sparkling water. He pulled me onto his lap, hands sliding under my robe to cup my breasts. “Six weeks,” he said, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “Six weeks until I watch you become Isla Voss in front of God and everyone who matters.”