How To Be A Baddie Novels & Stories

Plus, it’s impossible to make a dramatic entrance when nobody is around to see it. We step out of the uber and I quickly pull out my phone to give him a good rating and add a tip. I turn to the girls and say, “Alright, remember ladies, we are confident, badass bitches who don’t give a fuck what anybody else thinks. Also, no matter how awesome this party is, we do not comment on it. We act like we’re above the whole thing, got it?”

Now, it’s a good thing that we are all single and free from guys who will just gonna caused us pain. Tomorrow, this will reach tons of views, with Ara who has a lot of connections specially hackers. She was a gamer and she was literally addicted to computers so she spent her high school with gaming and exploring the web. It might not eb obvious to her, but she is a pro of computers. She’s sweet looking but surprisingly, who would have thought that she has this talent with computers. Hailee, she’s the bad bitch and spoiled brat. She always finds trouble with those wicked bitches out there who would try to fight with us. She never let a simple argument to slip and she make sure that at the end

“I barely keep up with your slow pace and that is because my wolf and my ego demand it. And yes, if I have the opportunity to look like a badass in front of these guys I will. The point is to make them want to be around us, and if they are part of the bad guys, to want to take us. As long as we don’t have to spar with them we will be fine. Showing them our strength will be a bad thing, but being friendly competition to their speed will make them want to chase us and we both know guys like a good chase.”

They all sang in unison, siding it with some rehearsed dance steps with their hands on their head and waist that seemed pretty awkward if I was to do it. “So what are the things I have to do,” I asked getting comfortable on my place as Bruno started writing the things I have to on the board. How to Destroy a Fuckboy 1. Steal his attention. 2. Make him kiss you. 3. Make him want more. 4. Surprise him. 5. Go on a date with him. 6. Make sure that he will remember your first date. 7. Seduce him but make sure to leave him hanging. 8. Make him introduce you to his parents.

After years of playing the villainess, I finally reached the point where my three childhood friends would meet with the true heroine. The time finally came for me to go home. System’s notification rang in my head. [Host, complete your final task of bullying your childhood friends, and you can return to your world as a billionaire.] I rubbed my hands together. ‘What do you need me to do?’ System: [Slap Maddox Strait during his happiest moment.] The script of a wicked side character was lackluster. There was no rhyme or reason to the role’s evil deeds.

As hesitation spread, Isla burst into mocking laughter. "You? From the National Research Bureau? Don't make me laugh. Everyone knows Bureau members never step outside without their own security detail. If you're going to lie, at least come up with a decent story." Her words shattered the fragile pause. The crowd's fear dissolved, replaced with cruelty. One by one, palms cracked against my face. Each blow came with mumbled excuses. "Forgive me. I just want to survive. Blame yourself for offending the wrong people." "You shouldn't have meddled. You're powerless and alone. Why did you have to act all righteous?"

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

“I’m not a good person.” He smiled brightly. “Then I want to be bad like you,” he said. “You look badass.” I smiled too. Dark. Proud. Unapologetic.

Loretta, the legal wife of Corven's father, whom people knew as his mother, opened her mouth to ask. "Sex, work, a debate partner, a brainstorming partner, and everything. Kelmira satisfies me in every aspect. Even if she were pregnant, I'm sure our baby would be very intelligent and capable as a reliable successor to the Beaufort family." Honestly, Kelmira's ears were irritated by the part where her child would be so rigidly controlled by the Beaufort family. Kelmira wanted her child to be able to choose her own path in life, not be directed and pressured by the future heir to the Beaufort family.