Goodboy Novels & Stories

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

I was still keeping an eye on her even though it was just a prank, I still didn't trust her. "You're lucky to have a boyfriend to protect you or else it would be your ass and my shoe bottom Anna" Marco gave his opinion. But I knew he would never do something so terrible.......I think. "You're woman will be doing a live chat tomorrow apologizing for what she has done Mr" Maurice continued. "Is that a threat?" My boyfriend asked flexing his muscles and showing his tattoos, he seemed a lot like a bad boy to me now than he usually would. A gorgeous bad boy for that matter.

Thinking about this, he unconsciously entered the mall with a wide smile. "Hey classmate, this is Kei, since we are groupmates for the report on Thursday, I got your number from Mark, hope you don't mind?" Queshia texted using her phone pretending to be Kei. But she forgot that she have this signature text at the end of every text on her phone! His initials with a heart! "M.I. ❤" though this is also a famous initial of a fast-food chain here - Mac Ivs, it was bound to make a misunderstanding to a narcissist guy like him.

I can't move eh. I couldn’t move in astonishment. Wait. Just wait. Just a moment. Just a moment really. Is that the Badboy Prince? The Badboy Prince named Vince Victorino really sat beside me earlier? Ows? Really? Then why else did he order me to hold this umbrella? Isn't it because his arm got tired and he doesn’t want to get wet?

I never had a problem with Luke though he never participated in bullying me but never stopped it either. He was a 6'1 muscular guy with shaggy blonde hair and baby blue eyes. He was one of the hottest guys at this school . But for me no one could pass Asher in the looks department. Luke was what you could call a bad boy, he did everything from smoking on school grounds to vandalizing buildings. He got away with it because of his parents, they were millionaires but not as rich as Asher' . You are probably wondering why Asher's parents would allow such bad influence on him,but that's the thing their parents are best of friends.

“Em. This is good. You’re protecting yourself. Remember what you said? Your parents want to move sooner. Your scholarship. Your future. You can’t let a boy, even one as intense as Aiden Voss derail all of that.” “I know,” I whispered, tracing the edge of my notebook. “But he’s different when we’re alone, Soph. He told me about his parents. How empty the house feels. How he throws parties and starts fights just so someone will notice him. And the way he looked at me in the greenhouse… like I was the only real thing in his world.” Sophie leaned closer, voice low and urgent. “That’s exactly why you need to be careful. Guys like him are good at saying the right things. What if he is just messing

"We do." A motorcycle rumbled up—Axel on his Harley. He pulled off his helmet, grinning. "Tommy just called. The city approved our permit for the charity ride next month. We're official." "That's great!" Valentina hugged him. The charity ride had been another legitimizing move—Riot Kings organizing a fundraiser for local schools. Good press, good karma. "Also," Axel's grin widened, "I've got news. Garrett proposed to his girlfriend. She said yes."

And together, we walked forward. NOAH’S POV The little shit actually sees me as a god now. That’s the funny part. One week. Just one week of pretending to be his friend, listening to him talk, and watching the way his mind works, and I realised how completely messed up he is. He hates being bullied, yet he loves to bully others. He enjoys fear and feeds off control. Just like me. But we’re not the same. Not really.

"You did exceptionally well, Good Boy." ​Kai’s breath hitched slightly at the old moniker, a sudden, heated intensity replacing the exhaustion in his dark eyes. He looked up at Adrian, a familiar, playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I thought we said no more rules, counselor." ​"No more rules," Adrian agreed, his thumb tracing a slow circle against Kai's spine through the fabric of his shirt. "But a little praise never hurt anyone. Especially when it’s entirely deserved."

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.