How To Become A Badass Novels & Stories

He then took out the knife from the thigh and stabbed it into the other thigh, and Mahnoor screamed in pain. “I then started training Badar so that one day he can be the world’s most powerful and feared Alpha, but no matter how much I trained him he always had some soft spot in him because of his mother. As you know that I destroy anything that comes in the way of me and my goals, so I paid some Rogues to attack her while she was halving a walk in the gardens. Aliya’s death worked as a motivation for him to train harder and become the most fearsome, powerful and fearless.”

Shouldn't you have made me the cool girl who doesn’t bow in front of anything? Author: Okay, okay. Don’t cry. But, I’m really not at fault. How will I accumulate money if I don’t put a little fluff…? As long as there is money, inspiration will flow. Okay, I have an idea. Layer on, we will make him suffer. How is that? Don’t worry, you can ask him to massage you. Anything you want will be done. Settled, right?*phone rings* “Heh… he is calling”

She asked and I simply nodded in reply. "That will not be a problem at all. I don't mind doing it." She said hastily and stood up from her knees. Jessica slapped herself hard ten times on both cheeks. She winced in pain when she was done, cupping her cheeks in her palms. "You see, I don't mind at all. I don't feel insulted even at the slightest bit." She continued rubbing her cheeks as she spoke. "I would do anything, as long as I become the follower of the master of the Shadow League and who knows, maybe I can even become a member also." She cheered.

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His hot and cold mood swings are giving me whiplash. I think about my mother and how disappointed she would be in me. She didn't raise me to be meek and mild-mannered, but that is precisely how I am acting. No matter how much I try to be strong like my adoptive mother, I am never able to be a badass like she is. Now, when I need to be a badass the most, I am trying to hold back tears. Deimos doesn't spare me a glance as he turns to walk down the stairs. I quickly follow after him, wanting to be the picture-perfect mate I am expected to be.

It made me feel special, honoured that he opened up to me. He was everyone's protector but who protected him? I wanted to be that, I wished he would let me be that. I am in love with the bad boy and I will gladly become his pet but the bad boy didn't do love and it's shenanigans, so where was I supposed to start from now?

I am not that same shy and quiet girl; everyone teases me. I am not going back there. No way. I worked too hard to be what I became. I was tired of being the weak girl. So, I changed it. I started working out, going into the gym, and hitting some bags. That is what I did with my grandparent's friend Buzz Red. His normal human. He isn't a magical creature. So, we have been training. I asked him once I knew I had to for my mom. I told him I needed to make money and fast. So, here I am.

We left the area and surely tomorrow will be another day of GREAT news. I am Quinn Amethyst Barclay, a Filipina, twenty and I’m… THE BADASS. First of all, I hate guys second, guys are a freak third, guys are the same. I mean, what’s new with that? Guys are guys and they are cheaters as f*ck! The reason why I became such a hater of guys and romance is because of my dad. He left us when I was fifteen, so basically, I already have senses and I understand what’s happening around me and with my family.

As I grew up, my life became more and more complicated: the stage of adolescence, my first period, mood swings, feelings for a boy, dissatisfaction with your body. I went through many things, my first love was my worst mistake, I was devastated by him, but those are things that today I don't want to remember; I made several mistakes, yes, but that's what life is about and I don't want to live my whole life with fear, because otherwise, I won't enjoy my life; I will grow old and I won't have adventurous or crazy memories, I want to enjoy my youth, but in a healthy way, of course.